by: Martinez, Sophia.
I find my fingers running through grilled barriers
These walls envelop me but fail to contain my thoughts.
At times I find myself skimming through great wonders,
Worry-free and fearless of not getting caught.
As the river flows bounded to the sea,
So does my memories sprout and grow
To the point where they constrict and strangle me
Won’t these flashbacks ever hide rather show?
Contentment dawns on my caged stature,
But my mind free, soaring, and knows no bounds.
Unlike the outside where it seems endless and obscure
Lost, but here I am, free and found.
I could truly say this cage is not so bad,
Compared to the world that drove me mad.
inspiration: our school’s biodome.