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Untitled Poem #630 November 8, 2015

Posted by icelikediamonds in Uncategorized.
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Arms outstretched toward the sky, I should feel expansive

breathing,

standing,

sunlight on my face –

but the wind is cold

and I am confused by this weight that holds me down.

I am not a tree.

I do not feel rooted.. only stuck.

I am compressed 

down, down

by this invisible barrier

and if I want to move, I must crawl along the ground

But how is a bird to crawl when it is meant to fly?

 

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