Clandestine

by Kathryn Wieda

Change and sway the ways, 

Cutting like string through the days. 

My drying eyes threaten my gaze

Then tears well, I see through the haze:

Inside me still, another me stays

Escaping the trials of life’s true craze. 

Now in the midst of this awful maze, 

I am safe down here, alone in my own cage.