Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

May 8, 2013

Temporary Home

by Ash E.
I feel like I'm trapped
At times I want to run and hide
But I can't 
I'm locked in a box
Like a domesticated dog
in a fence
Except even they have more freedom than I 
I'm isolated from the dangers 
of the outside world
I long for the day
That I climb out of this box 
Fly away from this temporary home
So I can prove that I have the strength 
To tolerate the outside world 
To live, and learn, on my own

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