When the world seems too far away.
And you can’t touch the sides of the street
When the blades of grass you feel could cut you
And sorrow sits with you and begs to be bitten.
You are free,
through the written page.
You are free.
Even if you are without speech
and can only scream
an empty scream
even if you dream in emptiness
if only to fill the time.
You are free
Through the written page
You are free.
You are free to sway your arms
You are free to dangle your feet on the poet’s beach
You are free to discover the darkness
You are free to turn on the light inside
You are free to paint over them
or let them in.
It is your choice to
Build or
to Destroy.


Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.