Unseen yet I feel them, know they are there.
A glass house contains a part of my soul.
I move behind impregnable walls raging with inner turmoil.
Fear, angst keep me immured.
Limits placed by society force me to conform, keeping the lock on this
Prison.
Creativity that burns, glows within this glass dome.
Feel the intense need to create war with the boundaries of society.
I stand within myself gazing at all I desire.
Frustration rips my soul.
Within captivity dreams soar, lighting the sky,
Brilliant swirls, sparks flash, colors dance.
Walls crash down to enclose the glory. Walls of bondage
Created by rejection, misinterpretation and false shame.
I am my own captive, all that pulses within ready to implode,
Waiting to
Be set free.
-Image & Words by Therese
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