My Freedom is coming...

I am 

working for 

a King.

A Giant.

It comes with

a price.

I am mentally  

exhausted. 

My body is also

telling me that

it is in the 

wrong place.

I am 

cleaning,

cleaning the gold

table

of a King.

It takes care

and desire.

Of which mine

have run out. 

I used to 

work for a 

seamstress. 

I loved it. 

I got payed less

and people 

really did not 

care who I 

was. I liked it

this way.

Now as 

I bend over cleaning

this golden table

putting all

I have into this.

Scrubbing and cleaning.

My mind is

filled with nothing.

It used to be filled with

words,

dreams,

laughter. Now its 

filled with regret.

regret for taking this job. 

I continue cleaning

as I look up I see

the sun shining outside.

I realize that my

time is coming.

I will only be able to 

do this for awhile 

longer.

That thought makes

 me smile. 

For a moment I remember

what it its

like to have 

my own 

direction.

I get up and look 

out the window.

If i could just open up 

this window

I would  jump 

right out and run.

As I touch the handle

I hear foot steps

behind me.

Not now.

I think. 

But its coming

My freedom is coming.