(from In the Shadow of my Pen: A Collection of Poetry and Prose)
December 2022
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In your corridors of power, I was once a prisoner.
I tried to escape, but I was blind.
Unable to see, I stumbled around, turning left, then right, looking for an exit.
The padlocks of your power blocked my every move.
You held the key, and you stood watching me bleed every time I failed.
So I curled up in a ball, hoping sleep would relieve my pain.
Only to wake up, finding myself still jailed.
Then, you, my captor, planted seeds of unworthiness in my mind, which I believed were true.
But you are gone.
I am no longer a prisoner.
So I planted new seeds, and the corridors are now blooming with flowers.
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