the escape

my mind is a raging storm what shall I do except mourn my hermit shell is cracked and I can't seem to fix it I panic and panic yet I can't find a way out am I trapped in my own shell bursting to be freed am I yet to come to the glory of sunlight or am I stuck forever shrouded in darkness for who am I haven't figured out yet and I'm afraid of messing up yet something in my mind turns a new satisfaction that burns finally atlast I see an escape to my immortal prison hidden across the sea and in poetry amidst the last nightingale call it says to me you are free after all