Saturday, 13 February 2010

and for once, again.

I feel slightly trapped,
no iron wrought bars that surround me,
but a tight grip on my wrist,
a tight grip on my hair.

My eyes close,
five fingers and a sweaty palm enclose over my mouth.
my breathing stops,
I feel utterly serene.

Panic and nature push me to gasp,
fill these happy balloons with air.
I watch the balloons float up,
up into the early night sky.

And for once, I feel truly peaceful, again.

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