RUSTLINGS of the WIND: Within My Creations

Within My Creations
by Viesta Barker

I have folded me inside out,
pulling the corners neatly, securely
tucked deeply into the curves of my being
I am cinched down, can not see in, only viewing
outward, I can not be touched, can not be reached,
Devotedly attached solely to myself, I can not bend,
can not feel, can not want, will not sink, drawing again on the
frame of who I am, Me, keen am I to a world around me,
a world of one, my world, my hell, my angusih I wash in,
again and again I bath in my own world, free of words of others
vented to me, springing free I envelop the loss of no-one, only to
stand assured, I can not be touched, can not be brought back
to feel the world of other?s rights and wrongs in Life, for this is
mine, and no soul shall bare claim again to my world

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