Trapped in Shadow

I looked above
Saw a baby in my head,
And I tried to tell it
To come outside.
But in this mystery
I'm not sure
Where that path resides.
Because the shadows
On the endless walls
That are my forever thoughts
Only show the truth;
That the light is casting
My mind in dreams,
And there I get lost.
Forever unconscious,
I wait for the time
When my soul gives birth.
In that momet,
Emotions will fly.
In that time,
I will die.
And in my place,
I'll see a face
And paint it in colors
Before unseen.
In the space
That was my grace,
Greater beauty
Will be made.
Bodies will burn
Then swim, intact
To show the world
They're more than matter.
Eyes will make
Thoughts before undreamed
To show professors
There is more to be seen.
More to be heard,
To be smelt and touched.
More to be made,
To weld, so much

More.

Release my mind
From this dream.
Or let me already
Be born into it.

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This poem was written when I had my art brain on. It is about art. The baby in the beginning is me expressing art; later when I say "when my soul gives birth," I mean when I express myself fully with art. And in pure art, amazing things can happen. I am saying, "when I express myself in art, emotions will fly in it and I will die because in my place, a creator is made." Sort of. But see, the walls are my thoughts. And the shadows on them are reflections of the light (art). My thought has shadows of it, and I can't fully bring it out. Which is why I'm calling the baby, asking myself to be born into creating something new. I think I wanted to paint.
Side note: I said "endless walls" and "forever thoughts" to say that the walls are my thoughts. The sentence doesnt make it clear if the shadows are my thoughts, of if the walls are. So I put in "endless" and "forever" to try to make it clearer and put a tie inbetween those things.