by Anna Elizabeth
These foothills are too steep
For someone like me to climb.
And so I lock the doors,
And I throw the key away.
Let the world spin
Without me for a while.
Let me cower
Under these sheets.
Let me learn to breathe
When I am suffocating.
Exile me to lands
Where the speechless speak.
Maybe then,
I will gather the courage
To unlock the door
And let the world back in.