There are parts of me
You cannot see
When I obey
The confines built by bricks of yesterday.
But a future where
The walls are rare
Allows my soul
To find itself again, emerging whole.
This poem probably doesn't require a whole lot of explanation, especially since it has a similar theme to the one from last week - not being confined by what we've done in the past, and being open to the freedom provided by the future.
