I Express Myself Through Writing
Between the tall rows of corn
Rustling stalks sway in unison
A hiding place where time is still
Yearning for a past where she could begin anew
Wind caresses her face and dances through her hair
A place that used to calm, yet now impounds
The moment of existence is not enough between the wake of the past and darkened path to the future
Her internment
The cell door is open, yet she remains, fearing the wrath of her escape
Tears leave trails down her dusty cheeks
Shimmering streaks migrate down her form as the sun descends, peeking through the restless, opaque stalks
Even as the blanket of stars descends upon her
She remains...unable to flee