Jan 2015
So,
this is what it feels like,
to be buried under heaps of leaves,
trapped
like gold in a treasure chest
living in the hold of the Galleons
of the Spanish Armada,
lost at sea, in the frozen
crevices of the Atlantic.
Yet...
I'm still free
like air--
sweet, beautiful, fresh
air*--
who filter through
the cracks
and holes.
Nothing's changed,
I am still
Me*.
this is what it feels like,
to be buried under heaps of leaves,
trapped
like gold in a treasure chest
living in the hold of the Galleons
of the Spanish Armada,
lost at sea, in the frozen
crevices of the Atlantic.
Yet...
I'm still free
like air--
sweet, beautiful, fresh
air*--
who filter through
the cracks
and holes.
Nothing's changed,
I am still
Me*.
