In My Closed Space
In my closed space
I am free to shrug off that which I wear
To hide my true self;
A being which does not belong to this earth
But which seeks to find the anchorage
Of there where I come from!
In my closed space,
I am free to be mad, to wish for death,
To imagine of myself as being magical,
To cry over that which hurts me,
To pretend that the years have not worked
On the shape of my body
And to sing, even if my voice is not trained!
In my closed space
I can be a bird, mystical, beautiful,
Or even a lioness, sleek and dangerous
Why,
In between the walls of my own space
I can even be in love
As would a heroine of a romance;
Bold even in my fragility
Experienced in my innocence
And happy in the gloom of impossible love!
In this hidden space
Life happens as I want it to
It dances according to my tunes
And sings according to the lyrics that I write
In this space,
I am free to be who I am!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2024
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