Free (It Works)
from a hand-made sign
seen on a tattered recliner
left by the side of a street
I work
I can work
I am free
(almost)
I see
my friends
like me
go to work
It irks me
to see
those scenes
I see
me
in that chair
older
skin raw
at the arms
and footrest
I see
no rest
for me
I see
urgency
for me
I need
to invent
a new me
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Brilliant. Your powers of imagination and extrapolation are well used here.
I love how every line might be a simple statement and yet it contains a plethora of philosophy and appreciation for the human condition.
Fun inspiration with the sign and found object, as well.
Crafty!
love this detail:
skin raw
at the arms
for how it describes my elbows where I lean them on the bed when I’m on my stomach reading
Gaby, that a great starting point for a poem.
This brief poem goes a long way to tell a story. Very well done!
Well done! I know that’s a frustrating feeling; hope you find a new path soon!