Trapped… behind bars of insecurity and fear.

Looking out past the cold steel,

Losing myself in the mysterious sensuality of

The moon.

Aching to become a part of it again, I reach out.

My fingers can almost touch…

Caressing… catching a glimpse of a


Distracted… the coolness of the bars against my cheek.

I reach out, only to find a cloud

Where my only thought of freedom once


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