Tomorrow

I want to be free.
I want to break the chains
of limitations around me.
My soul yearns to break free,
to take once again over the reigns
of who I wish to be.

I want to be free.
I want to breathe without the face mask that covers me,
as this feeling of unease does my soul.
I can not hear my voice anymore,
inside me there is no melody –
Can you hear yours?

Then, finally, after months,
something tangible to look forward to,
a ray of light at the horizon.
Hope falls on my soul,
the memory of what home smells like
nourishes its cold corners,
like water does plants dried in the sun.

Home. Hope. Joy.
I have missed you!