Bobby Baldacchino

Footsteps of choices made, linger in the air,
echo through the corridors of my mind,
shadows cast that shape my past,
reminders of moments I cannot alter.
Release me from this cell.

In this space, hopes lay like driftwood,
washed upon the shores, abandoned and forgotten,
each piece a fragment of my past.
Cleansed by the passage of time,
and worn smooth by the relentless caresses of sand.

Let hopes dissolve like mist at dawn,
fading into the light.
With each breath, I reclaim the lost,
where horizons can stretch wide.

I leave pieces of myself in time’s relentless sand,
scattered along the tide’s unpredictable journey,
carried by waves I once feared.

Shaped by salt and scar, here I stand.
A gentle invitation to unlock the doors to what awaits.
Release me from this cell.