white walls, white floors, white doors
trapped, contained, concealed
can this be real?

Can't move... arms encased in canvas.
so I scratch...at the fabric..at the filament
out pop two pinkies....
brown and wriggly just like worms

A flash of color... of inspiration.
I open up my laptop,
My lifeline.

White, stark white... black and white screen.
and so I begin to type... to decode myself
to search for some escape from this madness
this insanity.... this dream.

This cocoon of my own making.

Time to shatter the glass.
Stop living in my own shadow
time to face the sun... and the rain.

time.... to spread my wings... and live
as a rainbow.... if only for a week.