Katelynn

15

For a short time, I notice the moon
And how it contrast with the sky.
A peculiar thing it is to me
How such great things seem to hide.

Because with time soaking through my bones
I learn to be aware again.
And without pattern or restrictions
I am released to feel again.

To think on my own, without being told
Told what, told how, told wrong, told stop,
Is quite a beautiful thing.

Yes, it's nice to have fun and unwind.
But how could that ever compare,
To the freedom
of my
trapped mind.