Getting Closer

Spinning around and back again

I form the web of my existence...

Turning... Forming... Developing

Growing and learning

From day to day

I refuse to exit the lane

As it’s the only one I see...

Having already circled

A repetition of self-abuse

Finally...

I stop for just a second

Inhale...

Breathing in a new formality

I exhale a past of illegality

Forever forgotten

Til death do I part

Forever embedded

Deep in my heart...

Momentarily changing

I am like a butterfly...

Please free me from the chrysalis

Of yesterday’s incarceration...

I am ready to fly

Yet I still question

Are you ready to set me free?