Locked Within

It comes at dawn, it comes at dusk,  

A whisper soft, a fleeting husk.  

You shake it off, you turn away,  

But still, it comes another day.  

It lingers there inside your mind,  

A spark that begs to be refined.  

Yet fear and doubt, like chains, resist,  

Convincing you it won’t persist.  

But oh, the ones who dare to chase,  

Who give that thought a sacred space,  

Will find that what seemed small and thin,  

Was life itself—just locked within.  

So never sleep, don’t let it fade,  

The dream that comes yet won’t evade.  

For what returns and will not die,  

May be the wings on which you fly.