Tuesday, April 16, 2019

The State I’m In

My borders are on
lockdown. There’s no
getting through. Neither
passport nor cash nor beauty
(nor begging)
will break down
these walls. It’s taken
a lifetime to stack
this barrier
inside where I hide
from outside threats
of the human
race, which I’ve been
told I belong to
(though I suspect it's a lie
as I just can’t relate).
So back away,
you’re not getting my key.
Just back away & leave me
where you can’t find me.
Just back away & leave me
in my own self-made reality. 

Photo by Kimi Bono
The Wall Is Only In Front of Me

Here is the prompt for Day Fourteen (copied from Writer's Digest):
For today’s prompt, pick a state (or province, territory, etc.), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. A few possibilities include New York, California, Ontario, Bavaria, and Champagne. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Feel free to bend this in any direction you wish.

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