Imprisoned
By Maya Kitchens
I am imprisoned.
My suitcase is too heavy to carry.
Filled with anger,
Guilt,
Sadness.
My suitcase is too heavy to carry.
Even if I try to roll it,
I can’t.
Imprisoned
I am imprisoned.
My suitcase is too heavy to carry.
Filled with anger,
Guilt,
Sadness.
My suitcase is too heavy to carry.
Even if I try to roll it,
I can’t.
