Orphan On the Inside
A moment of silence, a breath.
The biggest relief, possibly air.
It's swelling my denatured alleys,
It hardens my lively grains,
Like helium freezing the time
For a weak and abandoned child,
Who regrets and tried to get out of a cage,
That was built by roots
Which are way higher, breathing.
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