transgression

by: Shelbi Henny

the flames transpiring
to deliver heat with frozen
interceptions to numbing 
every fiber of my being
crawling an exemption 
to the battling of minds 
that wrap me into the most
depression
that normalizes the reality
that everyone pushes the 
movement of their lips 
to say move forth
freedom is ringing 
in your grasp 
yet the meaning of freedom
when tranquil in captivity
for so long 
that it bust into layers 
that mount us in riddles
yet i can read every syllable
left in spaces 
that leave me broken 
yet repeatedly told that
movement is mandatory 
and feelings should not 
exist
that fear and heartache
is wrapped in a meaningless
definition of crazy 
that warfs 
the factors of why 
am i 
how can i
what shall i do next
with a tale of succumbing 
to transgressions 
and mandatory goodbyes