A Spiritual Escape

The bars of our judgments contain our mistakes. House our regrets. Cage our consequences.

I imagine bleeding out of the lines. Running beyond the inked markings that define my life. Define Me.

My skin in a low lit room may bare the shadows of impositions. But under the sun it shines so bright it sparkles. image

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