Cold chains encompass me in the frigid darkness
attached to keep me staring forward —
vision acutely nocturnal, leery of light,
each movement from beyond but a shadow.
Aimlessly wandering the catacombs of my mind
looking for something not so easily found;
lost among the knick-knacks is my
enfranchisement: my bleary-eyed glimpse of sunlight.
Galleries of flash-taken photos
organized along the path, an exhibition of freedom
regained by questioning the darkness
yet still fondly remembering it.
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