Art by ©Milana Vujkov

Maverick Minds

It’s like Tennessee said,

The wild knows what it has lost.

Nothing is as tender as when it is free.

But if I would retrace my steps, not fall,

How would I know the way blood feels?

And the mellow touch of the grass below?

The warmth of another.

This loss of innocence.

Empty steps to the next cell.

So here I am, howling at the stars,

With all the other caged things.

Praying that I remember.


©Milana Vujkov, Maverick Minds, 2020

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