anonymous

splintered and scarred
healed and rejuvenated
untouched and undiscovered
like ruins of an ocean city
anonymous to most
a single flame flickering
in the harsh wind
...just trying to stay lit

unlike them...different
not aspiring to fill status quo
outsides blend like a chameleon
insides rare and unexplored
just waiting to be lifted, woken up
to feel butterflies take flight
...like autumn birds

save me from this captive silence
release my self bound shackles
unlock the doors to my prison