Trapped art

I watched something
About a pop star
Not too dissimilar in age from I

I learned about how she had been kept trapped

It made me angry
To learn how she’d suffered

And yet amidst it all
I envied how
In her confinement
She gave herself
To her creative endeavours

I have not given enough of myself
And there’s not much of me left to give
I didn’t use my gift

Even trapped
She gave more of her gift

I wish I could go back
And fight for it
It’s the most precious thing
I ever had
But I
Threw it away