by Mirela Sula
I escape from the prison of the past
Haunted by illusions gone awry
Filled with accusation against own self
There I go to enjoy the air of renewal
Desire
Touches me
To seduce me
Pushes me
To regain myself again
Released
Like a mad chicken
I crash against a gate which invites me to go in
I feel rescued
Although with my head down I stand
From the warm eggs that I left in my other nest
I hurry not to leave myself on the vigilant movements
I still hide from the sun that has set
A falter whilst running away from the memories
Who it never overcame the end of my shadow
From:
Mirela Sula
Copyright ©:
Mirela Sula
Last updated April 14, 2012