Thresholds and Broken Catapults

In the darkness of this lonely room,

you fill my mind too with endless black.

No flittering lights to guide the way when you appear,

only the constant emptiness.

I hear nothing

but my heart

beating and beating endlessly.

I see nothing but you.

you beautiful beast.

You are a stubborn threshold,

and my dream is to cross you.

To escape to the other side of this self-made prision,

into a realm of possibilities.

You are my fixed lever and my catapult

impossible to move as you rust around the edges,

an ancient machine.

One day I promise to you

One day I will clean away the dust and oil the cogs

I will turn the lever from it's position of safety

One day, I will set the catapult lose

and I will cross the line

One day I will be free.