“Strawberry Moon”

Going out.

Such a simple thing,

yet my feet hesitate at the doorway

as though freedom requires permission.

I have been caged at home for so long

that being outside feels suspicious,

like I am breaking an unwritten rule,

like joy has consequences

and happiness always sends a bill later.

Staying out too long frightens me too.

The sun begins to set

and guilt starts checking its watch.

A voice I cannot name whispers,

you've been gone long enough.