Those corridors of my mind
Remain tightly shut
As I open the doors of
various rooms
Explorer in my own house
Fear had different hues
Darkness was a solace from hurting light
The floor was always a reality
At times springing a surprised flower
Like laughter that was more contagious
than a yawn
Sky was often visible
Sometimes like a childhood I forgot
At times desperate for mother’s lap
A troubled conscience like a father
lost with out a map.
Not knowing who was guilty nor the
definition of crime.
A sister I almost lost on a giant wheel
A God stayed immovable like
a book full of knowledge, waiting to be read.
Those corridors of my mind may open one of these
days , like a bird who breaks her cage
And sets a trail of flames that are purely hot..

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