Love Poem: Minotaur by Donika Ross

Freedom is a thread of light snaking
the canyon like an ant through a conch.
A goodbye to each dead end and small room.
Salt, once of the sea, now of the wind,
now on my brow, making a witness of me.
I open my mouth to the wind. The wind
opens my heart, my breast. I leave the bare
bones behind. I leave the soul, once another’s,
once my own, there in that maze of sand,
mortar, and bellows. A golden light hails
me, pulls me like a worm from the earth.

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