This body
It tries so hard
Just to contain the galaxy
Fluid and bright
That is my soul
It oppresses
It suffocates my creative expression
My identity is consumed by this trap ever changing and growing
I cannot fit inside this body
I am confined
To one person
One voice
One brain
All of the voices clamoring in my head
All the ideas
And opinions
Stuck
Unable to move
I am confined
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoesíaIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down
