• basheera 5w

    When I write..

    I am in a cylindrical space
    with walls so high
    that I cannot scale them.

    I am trapped but when
    I look up, I see the open sky

    That is when I write

    my words I feel
    will crawl out
    taking fragments
    of my being, my spirit with them

    So that what is left behind
    will be but a shadow of me
    and once again I will be out and free.