My Voice Through the Halls
Pens and pencils are a memory.
A vacation from paper, as well.
I am folding inside.
I am folding and ruminating and then blooming again.
Spontaneous! Fascinating!
I’m ready to be famous!
But for now, all I can focus on is another blanket, another blanket, another blanket.
Some better food.
And maybe going home someday.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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