Words lay in the still below
Floating between my lips
And the icy barrier of my mind.
Hammering fists of frustration,
To create a crack,
Seeking passage into sealed imaginations.
These characters are mine,
In this world of flying impossibilities,
And captured pain and healing.
Yet now all I do is float,
Shrouded by fog and mist,
My expressions at the edge
Of my weary sight,
That cannot unlock its own mind.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy