Christmas Present
I have the belief that I will be out by Christmas.
A belief that stills my suffering.
A hollow wind speaks to me.
Slipping in through an open door.
That shuts before I can stare into the free world.
Someday soon-
I will be pushed out those doors.
Into the cold.
Leaving behind uncertainty.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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