
I am someone
I am sure.
As real as the winds
That howl outside
This door.
As real as the walls,
The bricks an incarnadine
Skin, keeping me whole.
Trapping me within.
This sanctuary, a prison
From which I long to fly.
But even though I have wings
I am broken by the lies
That tie me here.
That won’t let me be,
Won’t let me soar.
Yet, I am someone.
I am sure.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Beautiful!
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Thank you so much
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Trying to, break away, from that invisible chain…
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Indeed, the chains we have created for ourselves
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Superb !
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