Hands and feet
pinned back. Words are sounds
the flesh and soul are separate
if you think about it hard enough.
Even tied up
you could go anywhere.
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Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
2 responses to “Tied Up [freehand poem #55]”
Really like the message of freedom even when bound by constraints – wonderfully short and powerful!
Thank you!