Poetry

Sheathed

The window kept me sheathed
beneath a moonless sky,
and I begged to disappear
in shadows once more.

© Sarah Doughty

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37 thoughts on “Sheathed”

  1. the window is always a symbol of a tortured life craving release. but in this piece, this idea is reversed. here, the mind (shadows) offers more than the unknown that lies outside the window. beautiful piece. i just love the tripple layers (window. moon. shadows) of intrusion.

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