I will be free
from these chains
that shackle me to
the ground every moment
Someday I will be free from
these inhibitions tugging beneath
my consciousness as I draw my breath
and realize that no matter what I do or think
of doing, I remain flightless like a bird in its
infancy—with feathers still wet from the cradle
I was born from. With eyes still blinded by light and the sun
from coming out from the dark, and first realizing that I’m alive.
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