To be trapped in an unparalleled paradigm
suffocated by the murky, wisp fog;
yet peering out the crevasse,
a majestic, veiled universe.

Beyond the terrain so barely visible,
a more boundless field awaiting her return.
Is it the haunt or the taunt, perhaps the distrust or the
danger,
that restrains her feet from making that leap.

Everything still, but momentarily, it will resume;
everything slows, but in a second, must pace;
To be free from a cage that forbid her ways,
 an entirety essence prevails.

- C.M.