Gate Number 8

Written by: Tanika Cooks

I sit and wait
For gate number 8 
To open its doors and set me free

Free to what
Free to where
Free to go here and there

Breaking through the glass that encases my 
Fragile mind
Free to think 
About whatever I please 

A bird one minute 
The ocean the next 
But this constant thought of you will 
Never rest
And I wouldn’t want it to--it occupies my time
And keep in mind that I would have
Nothing less