Deep in the hidden cavern where no person could ever visit
Lay a pinprick of light, the tiniest spark
It was enough
No man, woman, child had entered because the doorway was hidden
Till the spark lit, like a match and sputtered
It was enough
Keeping the centre alive and warm enough to carry on hoping
That a day would come allowing her release
It was enough
She felt the turmoil as chains snapped and air rushed in unbidden
Before she felt ready to execute change, escape
It was enough
Now it was more than just a wish, a needing to end confinement
The very door barring escape burst it’s own hinges
It was more than enough
The dream of the end brought a new beginning
©Ailsa Cawley Poetry 2015
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