i had a conversation
between the walls of my home,
filled with tears and pleas.
it feels like i'll never be happy,
not even cozied between the walls
of the only home i've ever known.
it feels like i'll never be free,
even when there's no chains around me.
oh what it might be like
to be free in the city
so many people going everywhere
and not one of them caring to stare
[at the broken girl i might be].
oh what it might be like
to be happy in the sea
one so desolate a place
that if i screamed no one would answer
[oh how lovely that would be].
because i dream of somewhere
so far from here
and even though i may never get there
it's nice to know that little moments
like the ones i'm yearning
exist somewhere beyond the places
i've always wanted to be
[somewhere between conversation
between the walls and me].
YOU ARE READING
escapril '20
Poetrysome more poems every day in april! here's yet another collection of poems i wrote for (almost) everyday in april. from the writing prompt challenge by savannah brown on instagram (@letsescapril).
