Saturday, 20 August 2016
Encased in a confined space,
My body immobile,
Beset by my worries, fears, and tears,
Creating the illusion of permanence,
But if only my paralyzed hands could
Reach and see its only paper.
The transparent walls surrounding me,
Reveal the world that awaits,
If only I could claw my way
Out of these unwavering paper confines,
But my mind has convinced me of the
My fingers, buried in the cement layed
By my false pretenses and assumptions,
That cloud my mind with their nebulous
Haze, permeating through my pores like
Oil seeps through tissue paper,
I am my own biggest weakness.
But the cocoon enveloping me
Is not exempt from the coarse hands
Of time. Nothing is permanent, and I
Will squirm and flail until I burst through
The paper walls encasing me,
...into something beautiful.