words

a garment,  enfolding
an avenue
a guide, an aide, a light
a tool, a weapon
a spice
a cover, a wall
an engagement
a haven for escape
the prison in which
I am caged and from which
I refuse to be released
bound to my captor
my fate sealed
yet hungering for more
for herein
even at my weakest
lies my power

(c) Alexandra Kukunda (2016)

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