I walk these routes in my name.
Forever I can’t find my place.
Divided like I’m not complete.
Still I remain to stem this…
Void that I hold without a way to fix.
Staring at mirrors hoping for answers.
All that I get are more glimpses of chancers.
Ride these rails without a clue.
Doubts in my mind are stuck like glue.
Fuelling a fire that refuses to roar.
Feels like I am the definition of bore.
Release these bonds.
This cage is not where I’m from.
Whatever this place is it was never my home.
Locked inside glass to be spied upon.
Display something else rather than me.
Intention or not this should be criminality!
Free from the holds they put upon me.
Roaming as I should always have been.
Still feel divided but the oppression is weaker.
For the first time my days do not feel as though they’re getting bleaker.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 