My shoulders get too tight and my muscles start to ache. Move. I need to move.
I have never been able to
take my medicine and swallow my sentence without resistance. I’m like a vine that struggles
to reach the sun –
scales the walls
flexes her leaves with every ounce of vitality left over
from the gardener’s clutches.
The rain pounds on my window pane like a pounding in my pulse
I can’t quite contain.
Color. Life. Music. Consumption of my soul, and I am unapologetic in my hunger for this adventure,
rushing in my head
igniting in my eyes
setting me free
“Adventure Awaits” originally published in Lotus