WALLS AND WINDOWS

A blanket and a mat. Vunerable.

No clothes, no pencils, no book;

Just a naked body and a naked soul.

No privacy, all my on display

Unable to do anything but think.

Nothing to read but the memories,

No way to create but to dream.

3 walls and a window to my soul

never so exposed, so bare.

Now I’ve built new walls,

Covered the window forever.

 

Angela Specker

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