Detoured path.

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 –  

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