Saturday, August 2, 2014

Leaving Prison Behind

The rush of anger
Tastes like pennies

Bright shiny copper disks
Submerged in vinegar

The suddenness of fear
Sounds like breaking glass

Brightness spilled across the floor
Vinegar running into cracks and crevices

The beauty of exploration
Of entering into something new

Halted by the torrent of words
Slamming into a young heart

Layers of dust mark
Where exploration once lived

Beauty retreated 
A never-ending list of doing

Dreams languished
Locked in her prison cell

Where to go from here
Where is up from this haunted place?

Palm imprinted
With clutched freedom

Breezes tempt
One foot in front of the other

Walking into something new





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