A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Hands unshackled,
Legs free to run as they please –
But trapped inside.
Unable
To Captivate my own thoughts as they run rampant.
Caged in the ineptitude of inculcation.
My very freedom is my inhibition.
Distorted direction
My own election.
My only delight to demarcate
These neglected deliberations.