This town makes me feel claustophobic,
my ideas are way too big,
and my skull can't keep them
in their place.
They don't want to hide anymore,
and I feel like a mother
arguing with her children for
sneaking out at night;
but they're old enough.
Sometimes I think
they're ready to face this scary world,
but are they?
Am I?
YOU ARE READING
METANOIA; poetry.
Poetrymetanoia (noun): the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.