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Apr 2015
it's suffocating
my eyes aren't exposed to new sights
my mind isn't exposed to new thoughts
no new people
everything the same
every day so similar to the day before and
the day before that and
the day before that
i could do it in my sleep
my mind has no boundaries, it roams free from ocean to ocean,
galaxy to galaxy,
but my feet are stuck tracing the same steps i've seen a thousand times before
when i step out and explore new territory, it isn't long before gravity does its work and i am forced back into the same
routine

im trapped by the comforter on my bed
by the closed car windows
by the classroom walls
by the limitations that seem to push in tighter and tighter until i have nowhere to go but away

away to where the beds don't have comforters because the grass is comfortable enough
where the cars don't have windows because we walk everywhere we go
where my education does not derive from a textbook, but from my adventures
where i have no limitations
where the chains that kept my feet on the ground have released me
and my feet run as freely as my mind does
Sara Correa
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Sara Correa  atlanta
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   Mike Essig and Tom McCubbin
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