Are we one of the same?
Have we neglected our similarities for so long,
brought together by a common trouble?
All my resentment and fear drifted away in a moment.
Of your vulnerability, while I, still dumb, fear who we used to be.
Will that which we cherish so much bring us together?
Their thorned prison, masked by the dark blue roses,
ties us down, resisting our search for freedom.
The crimson blood, flowing around scar tissue,
is our reminder to hide our true beauty.
The footsteps, outside of their uniformed tracks,
coated in the not-so-silent disappointment and shame.
Still, we poked and pruned, testing the extent of our imprisonment.
We felt freedom. Its addictive touch caressed our skin.
Every day I search for just a little bit of it back.
Every ‘passion’ I have, every ‘activity’ I take part in,
A moment outside of their shackles. My new challenge:
How far can I get before the barbed leash drags me back?
Can you, too, see the escape? A door at the end of the concourse.
We may not know what is beyond, and we are warned of its challenges.
but I would trade my prison for a fighting chance at life.
You and I are against the world.
My Crystal.
Anonymous
