Originally posted on Ellie Belfiglio:
In captivity, freedom is like a tall tree.
I’m not a prisoner, I disagree.
The mixed feeling of being chained, enhanced,
The deep despair, I breathed and glance.
I am not a woman, you are not a man.
Trust our souls, writing we can.
You wrote delightful odes for me.
I was powerful, energetic, and free.
I was knowledgeable, smart, and mystic.
I was alive, alive and artistic.
Be my sublime friend without seeing me.
Your words are imprinted in my memory.
Loathsome battle has been my life as I’ve known.
Animated peace is what I wish to own.
Evil ruined my life with blood.
I built a castle on ruin to abide.
I listened to the expressive memory, beautiful song.
I laugh with joy, cry for wrong.
I was after a friend for indelible trust.
Now I am dizzy of the search, I’m lost.
The new experience was pure…
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