This poem has emerged from the realization of what this ‘gift of life’ tantamounts to? What are its boundaries, despite the fractional accessibility to the four dimensional ‘wide expanse’? ‘Free was I……….” How free? The poet answers in the very next breathe, in a matter of fact tone, externally, but subtle and sarcastic-“ those massive bars, your seeming ‘paths’”. The poet seems to have walked in to a different layer of awareness. Depicting these moments of awareness the poet says-“But came a day I walked so far’. Yes, Its here she crossed the boundaries, encroaching upon the forbidden area’s, which is forbidden and unseeable in the normal course of the so called reality. ‘I fell upon your soaring walls’. And what did she experience? The horror of the situation- In her own words-‘ The horror seized my very being and frozen still I came to SEE’. Yes, The realities are paradoxical. The ‘free gift’ turns into horror when one walks into a deeper layer of awareness and SEE. This poem is the out come of this SEEING. SEEING the real face (from our point of view) of the dear mother nature. This piece is full of sarcasm and the poet has intentionally emphasized on this. It goes without saying that one cannot walk back into a dream one has walked out of and treat this life as a beautiful ‘gift’ and looking as SEEING. How can one knowingly accept ‘those massive bars’? The only way out is to rebel and flee. ‘Illusions that I have to flee’. Flee from the ‘cube that seals me in’’ One just can’t accept mother’s purpose as ones own. One just can’t accept role of a ‘tiny gear in your grand scheme’. No self-aware person can. This rebellion is understandable and I welcome this.

Hmmm...Mother Earth? As much as I love this planet, I too sometimes...often feel trapped here, taking it to a spiritual level as I sense in your words Rula. Superbly expressed whatever the inspiration!

Yeah, that Mother Nature is a tricky girl. Sweet poem Rula. The ending has a nice hidden punch to it.

we are all cogs in some great machine. great read!

I feel you speak of a grander mother than our carnal one. The mother being this beloved earth and most important mother, for it is at her breast we come to sate what appears to be in us, unsatable. And it is at her e'er polluted and transgressed foot that I prostrate and ask forgiveness.

Amazingly vivid & descriptive, Rula. Am I the only one intrigued by the differences in what the others above me thought this was about? I think that is "way cool" & because it's left open to interpretation, that makes you a talented writer, missy. LOL

the first time i read this, i thought it was of a daughter fleeing her mother's iron rule... then reading deeper, i see that this set of rules is to enhance the daughter... applicable to humans and nature alike... incredible flow with this piece, rula... the erractic rhyme scheme is awesome and lends substance and character to the entire piece... this is a great piece of work... blessings...

Besides being a wonderful poem that I thoroughly enjoyed I see it as sad answer to your own question- A lament about being held captive within not only the constraints of this world, but within your own conformity. Hopefully humanity will have the universe as their oyster, but even then we still will have our own walls. Outstanding write.