Leave a Mark

Concealed were the days that I felt free

The cold around no longer comforts me 

I seek a way to quench my curiosity 

A monstrous storm's always stopping me

When you dig your boots into the snow

You tend to feel like letting go

My world rotates and I've fallen down 

The sky now is unfamiliar ground 

What's blocking me from reaching out 

A transparent prison I can't get out

I see you look at me through the glass 

I'm still trapped but I feel free at last

Author's Note

Inspired by the poetess Harmartia Poe and her short story "Like Glass"

Reviews

[Lizzie Mitchell]

I like this and all the contradictions in it