Anaphora poem

I wrote a poem today. It was the first time in a while since I wrote something I actually like. I hope everyone else in the class likes it and I'm very anxious to hear what they say about it. I chose a subject of a view of a person being isolated, trapped or stuck inside of an interior that is inescapable, waiting just to be free. Just think to be free; to do what you want to do after being inside a box for a lifetime--what would that feel like to be free? I wrote this poem to show how limited our lives can be and how much freedom some of us have.