Eyes ahead
Foward and dead
I am unsure of the path I am taking

Hands up high
Reaching towards the sky
Fingertips brushing the morning light

Frizzy hair
Dew on the edges
Blocking my perception of the world

***** feet
From walking on the street
Guided by the cement sidewalk cracks

Mouth agape
Words suffocate
Uneasiness building inside my chest

Fly away
Run before its too late
Better to be hurt than to be caged



© Sofia Villagrana 2021