The urge to walk;
but the fatigue of the ancient city
burns me down like fever,
I comply but I feel tired
I chase down the silent solitudes of this ancient city.
I seek forgiveness, I seek sun, I seek consolation
through a wicked body that will never heal
and dreaming of secluded forests
where she won’t succumb to any man
where she won’t be obsequious to anyone.
I belong where I want to belong
And I refuse to succumb
I refute this legacy
This psyche is not mine.

Danae Spyrou is a poet, who runs the online literary platform Litehouse.

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