WizeEyez

I walk a road of dust and glass,Bare feet aching to be free,Eyes lifted past the tangled grassFor any glimmer of a sea.The city hums like caged-up bees,Its walls grow taller every day,But in my ribs, a restless breezeKeeps whispering, “There is a way.”I follow rumors of a shore,Thin lines of blue inside my mind,Each heartbeat knocking at a doorThat fear keeps trying to lock behind.One day I’ll hear the river’s songAnd step where all my shadows part—The water washing, clear and strong,The taste of freedom on my heart.