Locked patterns blurred my senses,
Golden cage imbalanced steps,
Staggering joy- captured essence,
In cyclic movement pretending accomplishment.
Secret life sneaked in – splitting conformity in two;
It stained my toes with henna.
– A Truth teller of my forbidden nature –
Far seer I came to learn,
Breaking free is the paycheck of devaluation.
(One can’t fake ordinary for too long.)
Like a passionate dance with Death;
Promised to dust off the letters of my soul.
Filled with fear of punishment, boiling vital energy,
Fine aspects of crafting a handmade life
Into daylight erupted.
A flood of fire to melt
– Ignorance of entrapment –