third person letter

today he wrote a letter

to me in the third person

detached from all the reality

he knew his inspiration and passion

caged and his freedom suspended

in time a long time to be alone

with the mind detached from

the self that got him there

reemerging stronger and wiser

absorbing thoughts inspiring

the new self behind stone walls

and steel bars none of which

can darken the connection

to the universe ever present

ever since all at once

each day must drag

then wake up to another gone

positive reinforcement

stronger than the concrete floor below…