This self-imposed darkness I have put in place
Runs like wildly tumbling water in my veins
Expressing itself as I release in words from each pore
All of my self-imposed pain
This proud isolation that I hold myself captive within
Contains no flowers to brighten its view
Only my infatuation with this sentence I’ve imposed
On myself and these chains I wear too
In fleeting expressions of freedom to be found
I stare longingly at a windowless door
Then tremble in fear and confusion at the mere thought
Of even walking across the floor
My idealized image of how my life should be
Holds me captive here in my own war
I am the only one who can release me from this space
Untie myself and walk out my windowless door
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 8:01 AM UTC
This self-imposed darkness I have put in place
Runs like wildly tumbling water in my veins
Expressing itself as I release in words from each pore
All of my self-imposed pain
This proud isolation that I hold myself captive within
Contains no flowers to brighten its view
Only my infatuation with this sentence I’ve imposed
On myself and these chains I wear too
In fleeting expressions of freedom to be found
I stare longingly at a windowless door
Then tremble in fear and confusion at the mere thought
Of even walking across the floor
My idealized image of how my life should be
Holds me captive here in my own war
I am the only one who can release me from this space
Untie myself and walk out my windowless door
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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