A Song and the Will To Escape

Being trapped for years

Before I was even aware of my condition

I need a song now and then 

To help me remember

How long my deepest aches and ambitions

Were held ransom 

To some hand me down story

Of lack and loss

Only needing to hear 

A trace of melodic innuendo

That some beautiful Presence

Has known me since eternity

And sang over me 

When I was yet to be imagined