Let Me Out

Like an inner child running wild Where age now tells me no An ancient beautful fame, now In an old woman's frame Like a spirit so grand Just waiting to expand Locked in it's infant cage Waiting for death to turn the page Like a butterfly snug In a cocoon getting ready The shell is crisp And wings are spreading Like expressing myself fully Raising myself with pen as pulley Breif but universal All with in the parameters of a poem Screaming "Let me out!" (A rewrite of Caties poem)