Conditioned
My body is not conditioned in a strong and fit way. It’s conditioned to do.
I am conditioned to walk away.
To walk away from the forest, the ocean, and the wild, to return to the indoors.
I’m conditioned to return indoors even if I can’t breathe
Eve if outside I felt free
I return home.
We are conditioned to value home above all.
Everyone needs a home.
Everything is temporary but home is constant.
How stifling this is.
No matter where I go that I may breathe freely and smile
I must return to my home
To a house with closed windows and fluorescent lights
To people who scoff when I stare into nothing
To a place I am now myself
To a place I cannot be true
My mind in its rawest form is the ocean.
It is the trees and the rain and sandy shore
I’m conditioned to built a little robot around my spirit so that I may walk among the other robots
All who have learned to love their disguise.
I am conditioned to be what they want to see.
I am conditioned to be caged.
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2017
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