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Bare Back

Despite the fact my heart will thump, or wind will whip, or trees will creak, I'll ignore the sounds and voices and shouts. The people are loud and my head is desperate, so I'll muffle the noises and listen intently. It's not a chime anymore, it's a whisper. The idea of it is gentle and warm, but accompanied by fluttering. Escapism is a whisper, and the jailer is a shout. Freedom and wings go hand and hand; my back is bare. I'll make the wings myself, I've done it before.

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Date: 1/11/2022 4:38:00 PM
I'll make the wings myself, - no strength is best like your own. Self courage, faith, confidence is the key! Nice poem with a message. Thanks - Marshall.
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Nikki Robinson
Date: 1/19/2022 8:59:00 AM
Thank you so much for this sweet comment! :) Literature is nothing without meaning.