The grass is greener on the other side

I belong to that space, 

Aching of my bones banging together,

Crawling towards the light,

For the darkness feels too safe, 

Feels like comfort,

And I refuse to die without my eyes seeing beyond the yonder of this fence,



I hear it, 

Their voices surrounding me, 

Trapping my existence to this confinement,

Yet this demon desire that burns me,

Calls me to the other side,

It calls my name as it looks me in the face,

Allowing me to open to this moment,

The presence of the grass being greener on my side,

For all it took for me was to open up and see it

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