Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Encasement

perhaps they are on the same mindless trip as the rest of us
feeling the breeze against their bodies
moving from one moment to the next
as they glide through a city of doors broken by dominance
fearing a similar muted emotion
that cracks the ceiling above their own encasing
and peels the paint tearing apart the orchid covered walls

Alleviation

in my arms deeply rooted
there is a calling
that cannot be explained
I call it beautiful
others call it insane

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 05/04/2010 6:04 am est