Skyward

His mind wanes
No longer in chains

What I am is who I am

A tempered man

Following his dreams

A confidence gleams

His mind immersed
No longer cursed

Once held captive by time

Now versed in rhyme
No longer tarnished

By tattoos banished

Within hallow crevices

Or by altering sketches
His mind reset ready
Unafraid or in a hurry.

Edwin James

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