A free spirt confined to domestication
Is like a bird with clipped wings.
My heart and soul beating with anticipation...
Free me, free me of these damn shacklings!
My body longs to dance,
Yet is confined to circumstance.
My soul on the brink of combustion,
I'm overwhelmed with frustration.
My heart loving with conflicting rythyms,
Mind racing with great momentum.
There is bound to be a better way
To live this life which is no longer mine
How long can I do this day after day,
My soul a victim of crime?
~SS
9/28/17
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Oh i hear you loud and clear! A great, heartfelt poem! I find myself shackled with the confines of domestication too but I think you and I will get through it. Count your blessings, SS! I know it is difficult. Awesome poem!
Thanks Christina! I know we will get through it, but I spend alot of time just wanting to run and scream lol! Best of wishes to you too 🙂
~SS
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