Gods
Four walls, devoid of life,My mind mirrors this depletion of happiness.
Should the heart cling to these empty walls?
Or should the fingers dig into ash skin, dying the tips red?
The claustrophobic environment
Has shackled the free spirit.
If bars appear, slanting across the empty chasm,
Shadows will play.
The mind can appear barred,
Despite the fluidity of the body.
Oh, the wonders that may occur,
When the mind is aware of its freedoms.
Demons may stalk,
Yet they cannot cage an everchanging Human.
For to be human, one is made of the fabric of Gods.
All demons fear angels and Gods,
So why not your own?
-Kaitlin Platti
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