From within these walls,
in whatever asylum
I wander through, clothed as an idyllic landscape
Hallelujah.
In the cold halls where I drift,
wherever I cannot find rest,
I offer You my broken treble clef
still fighting back the adversary.
From within my straitjacket,
with no hands free
to lift in worship,
still—
a hallelujah.
The word is calling between the breaking of my sobs.
It is well,
though I am not.
But I can give You
my shaved head
and this hallelujah.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW
https://a.co/d/0jYT7RR
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.