Photo Challenge # 96: January 19, 2016

Cell Block
Cellblock by Steve Snodgrass CC BY 2.0

My veins are shackles,
theorizing freedom though their instincts enslave.
A breath can heal, a breath can take.
An agitation of bone, a quick courteous bow.
I face my demons, fallow-roots not withstanding.
Ink dissects my woebegone stare.
Ink transcends my partitions.
The outcast re-imagined as a crusader
peace, justice what does it all mean?

I haven’t gotten my groove back yet. I am in a weird place right now.