sometimes my body feels more like a prison
then it does an instrument for my mind.
i feel trapped within it’s boundaries
too limited by the shattered confines.
there are too many things I cannot do,
too many places I cannot go.
too many times I have to live
when what I want to do is thrive.

sometimes I watch the world through the bars,
these everyday eyes in this routine face.
i seep desire and wistfulness
from these pores pinned in place.
i cancel all the plans i’ve made
and apologize to the ones who’ve stayed
to love the person who is trapped inside
this fleshy prison where i reside.

—- m.morehead 2022