I couldn't see. I,
with my pink tinted glasses
let everything pass as is. I,
in my reverie lived in the shadow
of a memory sieved.

Until today
I couldn't leave. I,
in my cement shoes couldn't
budge. I, in my legs of sludge
needed a nudge.

Until today
I didn't like myself. I,
dwarfed as a bonsai
hung my head on things
he said. Spun in his web of silky
thread.