Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Ended Hoard

How?
This place so big
Is this how home feels?
Safety? 
Scared of the absence of fear
Of stink, cramp, and horror:
We're all alive and clean here.
How?
And then, a change, a ride, a friend.
Is this home now? 
No bars, the walls so far away.
Is this how daylight feels?
Dare to run? Dare not? Space and sky and love,
And little me.

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