Disentangled

Choked out by the vine

I Died, one too many times

Disentangled and Free,

or I prefer not to be

I’d rather sit in the shade,

not an isolated cage

or a space where doors close

as others turn up their nose

Or, you could shine a little light

so everybody knows

the journey I took:

I wrote it in books.

Because nobody would listen.

Mushroom Photo by Amy Jean, Shade Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash, Shade Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash, Books Photo by Susan Q Yin on Unsplash