Snowglobe

Don’t have to spin

to the music you wind.

Broke my Weld

just in time.

Standing on my feet

moving to the rhythm

of my own mind.

No longer the figurine

of your creation,

cutting off my imagination.

Placed me in a Glittered dome

hoping the flurry

would keep me blind

to the world outside

your delusional mind.

Crissy 2.8.2015