bound

I have friends who are poets. i am not. today i wish i was. so much rolling around in my mind - and i don't know how to express it. if i were a poet i could write eloquently about the questions and tension inside of me now. but i'm not. here some of the thoughts twirling in my head since we left our friends house where we stayed for a few days.

Beautiful
Isolated
Bound
Fear
Religion
Devout
Works
Where is freedom?
Where is peace?
Only men allowed in the house of worship
no.
why?
how can this be?
lack of community
alone
heart breaking
sad
full of potential
competent
talented
not allowed to explore
not allowed to achieve
bound
second-hand citizen

i am at a loss
for words
for a solution
for how to love
how do i share the hope and freedom that i have received?