Free

Free

Motionless, not a word
Sitting in an empty room
The walls white
The floor cold

Explosions in my head
colorful, music, laughter, dancing
Nuance and subtext.
Flavors and scents.

Motionless, not even showing an expression
The face stares
The eyes half closed, tired
The body is aching.

The ocean is singing
I hear seagulls
The waves crash into the cliff
In the distance people are talking.
Sounds that smell like freedom.

Motionless taking a breath
The explosions grow louder.
The need to move almost unbearable
But I won’t. I couldn’t

A birthday song
Clapping hands
The smell of flowers
A baby cries.

Motionless I scream
But no voice is heard
My scream is internal
But it is louder than the silence

Quiet talking
Someone crying
A dog barks
A door closes.

Motionless I sit.
For ten more years
When suddenly the sun
sparked through my window
For the first time
And as it touched my pale face
As it traveled by
I blink and lift my hand to cover my eyes
not used to the light anymore.

And for the first time
It seems that life has chosen me
So I get up,
open the door,
and leave.