Fences
They surround me on all four sides,
Not suggestive, but definite and set,
Forgetful of apprehension and tides,
Unable to move, change, alter or let.
But they protect me from something,
That one thing with which i can’t cope,
So that maybe when time will bring,
I’ll tear them down to have more scope.
Once I feel validated by them, ramified,
I’ll venture away from my cruel keeper,
To be the person I am to be, amplified,
Thankful that the path was not steeper.
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