Isolation

Isolated from the world.
A stuffed animal in a cage.

These chains are broken,
the cage is unlocked.
Yet here I am,
still isolated from the world.

If only freedom was something you could touch.
If only.
I would run away with you by my side.
Side by side.
Hands held.
High grass all around.
Your dark hair floating around
In the airwaves of time.
Celebration of something to be touched.
The freedom felt, the high grass, the hands held and the dark hair.

If only.
Still isolated in this home of mine.
This cage I've found.
This place in this world of ours.
The only place to call mine.
Nowhere.