Somewhere

It has felt so long since I strolled through the
corridors of expression; where the
walls are inked in voices,
of literature, and
declaration

I feel, hearts beating;
as words gather momentum,
and taking time to breathe,
patiently, absorbing,
the wounds of war,
and salvation

my eyebrows raise; where my tears fall,
I see images that are rare, like rainbows that
are broken, or tunes sung at sunrise that
hold, no colour,
at all

minds here stretch further than, imagination,
where thoughts, travel paths
without end, but somewhere;
where new beginnings
are penned.