A Boy from the Valley {Poems}

Inner Cage

Though you may think I am trapped in pain,
but I am kissed with imagination to which I feel blessed
to come up with a story from the tiniest idea.

I feel bright as if a tune from a harmonica.
Or as calm as the gentle whistle from a flute playing through a toot.
All in the brain, which is where I obtain.

I gain access to my inner cage, and I present to you through pen and page