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Confined Dreams


Almost as if the floor is lava she twirls and spins and leaps toes brushing briefly against the scarred and forgiving ground. She twirls and spins and leaps faster and faster until… jolting awake the scarred and forgiving ground absorbs her long lost dreams. Faster and faster… until jolting awake... the world just isn’t made for her absorbing her long lost dreams and placing her hidden hopes inside The world just isn’t made for her the stares, the pokes and pity now gone. Placing her hidden hopes inside. her legs, now become strong pillars The stares, the pokes and pity now gone instead of the wobbling wheels to carry her Her legs, now become strong pillars and she can finally take a stand Instead of wobbling wheels to carry her She flies… The infirmities confine no more, She can finally take a stand To her mind, to that society, to her fate She flies… The infirmities confine no more. As the night draws near, she feels the dreams within reach out to her mind, to that society, to her fate and the confined dreams become loosed.
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