Creative

Writing
:the art of “making things up”
 Prisoner
That kept me from being
free
I am prisoner
I am a prisoner
But was this really a
Locked in an impenetrable
prison?
cell
Or self – inflicted
Inside my head
isolation?
On the outside I am cold Was I really a prisoner?
Made of solid stone
Or was I just hiding
But inside I am hollow
From the world?
I am a prisoner
I am a prisoner
Locked up in an
But I am going to let
impenetrable cell
myself out
Inside my heart
Into the world
No one could reach me Now I’m no longer a
Inside my cell prisoner
I am untouchable And I am free to express
my thoughts
I am a prisoner
But who was my jailer
Or did I even have one
I was alone in my prison
No one held the key