BEYOND THE GATE


I watch them

soaring up so high

and I wonder

what is it like
to be
so free

from the shackles 
that bind you

free 

from those voices 
that haunt you

be sensible
be safe

why must you look beyond the gate

into the world
of hate

insecurities

pushing and pulling

tugging at you

screaming

They try to paint you

colours 
melding into sharp tones

it stabs you

but
beyond the gate

a flash
just a split second

a reflection
from within you

you know

It is time.