clarity

what I keep secret
is written on my body
underneath my skin–

what I choose to feel
shows up hidden, as tattoos
blood-inked inside veins

that hostage my heart,
a pounding prison of fear–
frozen, silent, still–

no magic portal
arrives to illuminate
who I am and why–

only the moon sees, the stars–
reflecting me back, alive

For W3 prompt #36, where Muri has asked for a 14 line poem on the subject of poverty.

27 thoughts on “clarity

  1. The two images, although using the same colors, present very different atmospheres. The first one reminds me of a parasitic insect that has its host trapped. The second one looks like the host has decided to fight back with a spear. (My mind’s Rorshach of them.) Moonlight magic at work.

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