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caged feathers

I was not supposed to want you.
Yet this touch, that touch, and everyone since seared in my mind
            -has scorched a trail through my synapses
Returning to a core long lost.

         To the face I feared to see. 
I can not go back to blindness after sight.

There is an inner spiraling tunnel she tumbles in
-over and over peering over the edge of consciousness-

the lost woman I hid, afraid to see, she saw me.

In a mirror two sets of eyes- we recognized.
And ever since I’ve looked the other way
-afraid to see the lie I paint on in lipstick.
The kohl darkened eyes, attracting esteem I no longer need.
           I need to be free.

Feathers clutter a cages bottom
      -Hope does not stir anymore.
Perched behind golden bars-
Sequestered hidden-
        She acclimates. 
and molts freedoms path to the floor of her life.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/10/2019 2:10:00 PM
I look back on this and remember where I was as I wrote it. I had just mustered the courage to retire from a decade long oppressive career and plunge forward in new directions. I chose a new path to find a balance between my many roles, and still be able to look myself in the eye know intimately the woman staring back. How many times in life have you kept moving forward until one day you realized your reflection no longer matched your soul?
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