Wading Through the Clutter

Trapped in a myriad 
of memory's texture and scent, 
I move objects cautiously 
lest I cause an emotional avalanche. 

A soundless cacophony 
deafens my reason 
as I grope my way past 
stopped clocks and dusty picture frames 
only to beat my wings against 
the bent bars of a gilded bird cage. 

Inspired by: Monday Musings: July 7, 2014 - Image Prompt


Eva Trillian said...

This. With the photopromt. It really speaks to me!

Letitia said...

Thanks Eva... I've been struggling a bit lately. ;)

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