4 Corners

Tue, 06/30/2015 - 14:33 -- safpbd

Location

90020
United States
34° 3' 56.0268" N, 118° 18' 34.794" W

Out of this box i yearn to leave

suffocating me in agony

i want to stretch

to breathe wholly

crinkles and shreds outside of it

i can smell the freshness

seeing a glimmer into the open

 

world

 

So liberated. I’m out and I don’t want to go back.

I can explore what I have been deprived of.

Wear shorts on scorching days.

Tantalize my taste buds with foreign spices.

Broaden the hairs in my ears with notes of another tongue.

 

Now

 

I want my box. With someone always checking in on me.

I want to show and tell what I found. So they can experience it for themselves.

I miss the comfort. That once kept me from getting branded by the harsh heat of judgement.

I miss safety. Where the flavors were constant and familiar.

My home? My box? My home of a box that has grown. Larger than before, but still

 

Mine.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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