a city pushing me
to the edge.
confined au milieu
I break, for the trees
the sea
shore, contours
boundaries
over the cliff of society’s
expectations –
diving into the world
I have created in my mind
safety. solace.
to find, start without.
pause, for imagination
eradicate doubt.
how do I create truth from something that’s pretend?
stillest hour of the night
art functions in time
fully alive
in memory of –
isolation.
remember who I am
think, without distraction
exist, sans influence
the sound of my
beating
drum drowned
in a galaxy of rhythm
breathing –
easier when allotted
one moment to hear it
a caged-heart
fosters fear, it’s
defeating
free me
take me far
from, the loneliness
of living without
the light of the stars.
