The road to freedom
ends
where the horizon
begins.
Nochrisis
Day 1075, 1976.
My thoughts from when I was four
to get the paint on my hands
and never get it off
Nochrisis
Day 987, by those who are not.
When my world was the Christmas tree,
and the three wise men cast their shadows,
I was truly free.
Shielded from the world by those who are not.
Nochrisis
Day 790, waiting.
Stowed away feelings
from dark roots concealed in time
awaiting freedom.
Day 771, entombed.
Unwillingly trapped behind illusive dividers
the world clearly visible unreachable close by
my flight in-vain pathetic… entombed.
Day 715, Doubt.
