You bind me
But your walls, your halls they cannot hold me
Body broken but the spirit
Rise, swimming in the deep
Recesses of the forgotten—
Mind: sole reality of prison
You forget, but this soul knows,
It reaches through your gray decay
And in the darkness spring forth wings
To flight, unknown, and I am nothing and no one
But here I am,
These halls
Are mine.
* Photography by Claudio Mufarrege, from her gorgeous photos and interview I conducted with her, as featured on One Stop Poetry.