I want to write
but my words are swallowed
I want to recite
but the sun set and my voice followed
I want to walk
but my feet threaten to strike
I want to talk
but my tongue is tied
I want to break free
but my desires clash with reality
I want to fly but my wing instincts are buried under naivety
I want to learn
but life’s lessons are unsystematic and abrupt
I want to recover
but the trauma of insensitivity on my brain is wrapped
PHOTO BY STEPHEN KARIUKI KAMAU (Light in Captivity)
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