I find it very sad when we become trapped and unable to live freely as a result of oppressive people and institutions, religious and otherwise. But it is even more tragic when we remain trapped long after those who hurt us are gone. This untitled poem is for all of us who have experienced this or been in relationships with those who have.
I know
secrets
hang
from your heart
dense stones
open the windows
wings will sprout
then fly
my love when did you forget you
are free
unlock that
bone cage
release what you do not need
here
let me anoint
you with oil
kiss your cheek
I will always
love
you
fly free
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