I skim through these shelves

For stories I've never lived;

Through stories I've experienced

Within the walls of my head

Within the lines of this town.

 

People who stay amongst themselves

That do not wish for more;

Though I wish for me

Wayfaring to be sought

Wanderlust to be quenched.

 

My open eyes

A conscious view of what's beyond

These lines;

These crowds swarm in colors of brown and gray

pushing against me.

 

My father, who blessed me

With the Beauty of the brain,

His light snuffed by their grays and darkness,

But the flame of him still lived and burned within me.

A flame that rings out to my edges.

 

To take refuge in a castle,

away from the confinement of that town.

A town where one can never grow

Beyond their pot,

Or their glass encasement.

 

I am the rose in a glass encasement;

I was the rose in a glass encasement.

Freedom obtained through a kiss of knowledge,

To live days of gray, within the border no more.

I save myself.

 

I save myself with the ringing of knowledge

And another with the ringing of wisdom.

I bring army of few to break down

The comfort of gray and secure,

Because there is no growth where there is no gain.

 

I am a Belle,

That rung its authority and knowledge over the land,

To ring truth in mine own self,

And within the Beast.

And I will be shelved no more.