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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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