Josh L., Iowa: Finding Freedom

 
Finding Freedom 

JOSH L., IOWA


Is it possible to be lost and be tethered and bound? Cinder blocks painted white stained with sundered spirits marred by broken hopes Fence and razor and barbs metal roses without petals hold me tight in their bramble Manacled and barred Locked away from self Stuck with the stranger residing within my own mind Is it possible for freedom to come from confinement? I wander hallways while walking along midnight trees I swim in Iske’s lake while beaten by cold, metallic showers I taste, oh do I taste, Mother’s mashed potatoes while I eat my portion of poor fare Mahmoud I can see how you found freedom It is possible for prison walls to disappear I found my freedom without keys locked behind walls Went on a journey through deserts barren and desolate mindscapes Held discourse with id and ego emperors and poets I came to know the stranger as me and became a stranger to myself

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