The Cage of My Own Creation

I am contained within a cage of my own creation.

Shackled. 

Hobbled.

Anchored to accidental success.

Heckled by the whispers of self-pity.

Accused by the echoes of unfulfilled dreams.

Perhaps, there is still a road less traveled.

Mountains.

Forests.

An adventure yet in store.

Lingering just beyond my fingertips.

Waiting just over my horizon.

I have a yearning tugging at my heart.

Explore.

Seek.

Snap the bindings.

Unhinge the cage door.

Escape toward a new destiny.

Yet I dare not travel alone.

Love.

Companionship.

Loneliness abated.

Elements of a grand journey.

Friendship is itself a destination worthwhile.

Shall I step out of the cage?

Hesitant.

Apprehensive.

Shall I embark upon the new trail?

Shall I walk into that new horizon?

Perhaps the journey is more urgent than the destination.

I am contained within a cage of my own creation.

Patience.

Planning.

Peering toward intentional success.

Urged by Divine re-creation.

Revived by the hope of dreams redefined.

Perhaps my cage is simply indecision.

Perhaps destiny is found by stepping outside.