a city pushing me
to the edge.
confined au milieu
I break, for the trees
the sea
shore, contours
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 – 


remember who I am
think, without distraction
exist, sans influence

the sound of my
drum drowned
in a galaxy of rhythm
breathing –
easier when allotted
one moment to hear it
a caged-heart
fosters fear, it’s
free me
take me far

from, the loneliness
of living without
the light of the stars.