A poem about being overly controlled... (pic: Julian Wilde) (Patreon)

A Poem I wrote in Oct 2003, when I was 15: 

A small bright light

At the end of a tunnel

Like a star

It shines promisingly. 

Taunting me…

I want it so bad!

It’s call is so strong…

But this darkness I’m in

Holds me back. 

I have to endure it. 

“Patience is a virtue”

So I wait

And watch the light. 

It flickers and glimmers. 

(Poem I wrote because I was DYING to become of legal age, dying to rebel...)

Photo by Julian Wilde