Self-Imprisonment Poem by Stan Rodriguez

It time that I let go of self-imprison jails and solitude
I've done my time in loneliness—back streets and alleyways
and start to search the sun for brighter days
and pleasant crowds
to run with sweet liberty among the free-unrestricted souls
that want to share themselves with me
and I in turn with them

We need not sacrifice—remaining years
without the sound of laughter
and yes—the touching of a kiss

In fact, I need that touch to cover me
from sole to crown
and back again—to feel complete
and know that I'm still alive.

For there is room enough for all of us
to celebrate the day or night—together.

As I hate half-empty beds and sleeping all alone.