StagesInspired by Word Temple experienceBy Ugochi Nwaogwugwu  

Deep breaths raise my abdomen

like a distended balloon packed with healing heaven

control turmoil rankling within;

Mute angry beast

breaking promises like rocks on chain-gang.

I hold the pressure staging a coup in my passion

until release is involuntary.

 

On these stages

everyone plays their part.

Revolutionaries are paid

actors, cultural pimps.

Overseers play role of liberators,

Direct heated words to scorch pliant skin

leave third degree burns.

 

Permanent scars ripple

circles of love into towering rings of fire.

Tongue-lashed talent resemble gaunt

sacrificial lambs mislead to slaughter.

Decorated soldiers emerge

pieces of the prison.

Pull me back into illusive fantasy.

 

I part fastened doors once locked like lips.

Stretch defeated arms toward the sun’s replenishment.

Find rejuvenation and renewal

with each sluggish step away

from my fallen fortress,

 

an abandoned field

of broken word-bonds.