Just let me breathe.
Just one breath.
Just one breath free from this tiny world of bars and locks and stone walls.
Ten by ten and one by one and none by none,
These walls, just beyond my reaching fingers and closer than my skin,
Keep me from one full breath.
You sit and watch.
You don’t swagger or bluster.
You built this cage with my own hands.
You gave me the keys and hid the locks.
If those damned bars weren’t there I’d jump.
I think I could fly.
Even a fall is a flight, though a short one.
I think I could.
You say “no”.
You sit, impassive, and teach me that the walls are stone and the bars are iron.
You sit, wearing my face, twisted, and weave a cage for my words with your words.
Your voice sounds like mine.
If the stone and iron are words….
“No,” you say with my voice.
Then the edge
Then nothing but air.
Words are thoughts wrapped in air and backed with steel.
Fly or fall,
It’s time to take a breath.