Life should be filled with

The sharing of beautiful things;

Bright sunshine, birds singing,

Waves lapping gently on the bow.

Time should be filled with

Conversations, deep and moving,

With laughter from the soul

And loving from the heart.

But I have not got the courage

To live life and spend time

As the should be.

Life is filled with yearning,

Aching for the beautiful things,

Feeling confined, trapped, watched,

And not free to live life to its fullest.

Sadness is my soul-sister and disappointment is my friend.

Is this what life will always be?

Or will I some day find the courage

To break free from society?