213. Incomplete Expression


My extremities stir when whispered my thoughts,

Exploded from the cages of dark confines thus;

To tickle the skin ’til it bares and it bleeds,

The truth of the home it possesses and feeds.

If only my hands could write out what they feel,

And my mind, what it thinks, and it knows, and it hides;

And the soul that I am find the freedom at last,

From this body, alone, and incomprehensibly vast.

K. Aldaya, 2009

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