The box is well defined
The walls high but reachable,
Yet a fresh air is coming through
And I breath freedom.
I think inside the box,
Generate space and ideas
And opinions and opportunities.
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Freedom Monday
A new start comes with the weeek,
open to the world,
my hands still cannot shake friendly or touch.
Limited movements are now spontaneous
and this Monday is a wider beginning.
Surfing the winds
Unique and pink,
Fluffy and proud
Surf the wind.
Women only
The how-to-dos are fixed
In childhood and by example,
Yet fun to challenge.
Why can’t I do it?
I can always do it.
I pay rent, i drive cars and motorbikes,
I have a good salary,
I have an opinion,
My opinion is loud.
Feet on the grass
My coat is hanging in the solitary locker
And misses my action and sweat.
My purple gloves lie lifeless
In a forgotten bin.
I left my exoskeleton and can now freely walk
On the dewy grass.
Out of the labyrinth
Out of the lab and out of my head,
I let the summer absorb me and that childish
smile come back suddenly.
Windows and computers,
Numbers and papers are like walls
in a labyrinth to my TBD destination.
Nature nurture
My normal clothes embrace me,
A scientist in disguise,
And reminds me of the holidays.
Shorts and sleeveless
from the forbidden wardrobe
Give me a brave allure.
Assault
With hate and empty handed,
I let this nature assault me and invade
My little mental freedom.
The weekend has come,
I am all out and breathing
Away my research voids
And personal strategies.
Free speech
I heard you say the truth
In that long meeting of no use
What you really thought
And was hiding behind my ear,
And the room was free.
Forced respect vanished
And my search for the way to
Ended.
