He laughs;
when he does, his face opens
his eyes beam like moon and stars
In the silence of his voice
no words exist
but the soft hum of an almost
forgotten song
In the enclosed world
of his room
he opens up a huge universe
he creates with letters
found in his new life
forming images that
did not exist before
In the physical restraints
his freedom grows
for true freedom lives inside
nowhere else
nothing free exists in his world
except inner freedom
Not ever was anyone capable
of taking that away
and no one ever will
be able to
He laughs in the knowledge
that his freedom is written
in stars
and moon.
Darren White, 2017
