Trapped, behind bars of insecurity and fear.
Looking out past the cold steel,
Losing myself in the mysterious sensuality of
The moon.
Aching to become a part of it again, I reach out.
My fingers can almost touch,¦
Caressing, catching a glimpse of a
Memory.
Distracted, the coolness of the bars against my cheek.
I reach out, only to find a cloud
Where my only thought of freedom once
Appeared.
