I’m stuck sitting,
frozen in frustration.
These white walls wipe out
any inch of individuality
that once sang in my soul.
I’m a mime in a box not only in my memories.
It is precisely present,
suffocating and strangling my spirit
before my now empty eyes.
I gravely grasp onto
any small shred of myself
I can possibly protect from this oppressor.
I’m a radiant rainbow
Extinguished in gray drabness
to appear alike to all the others.
I push, push … painfully pressing on
the walls.
They’ve carelessly clipped my wings,
but they’ll grow, and I’ll go on my own.
Gone,
going,
gone.