Captured Heart

Not that there is no happiness is my life.
But this life doesn’t seem like a living.
The day looks long even now as it started.
Filled with nothing but myself and sanity.
The climate is wonderful and memories come to me
Of when my soul was warm and cozy in custody.
Now it is free to roam and all it finds is your worship.
Now it is unchained, yet held here by a force invisible.
What can I have left when my heart has been captured?