Wish I Could
I wish I could stand on
tables and boldly shout
that I am, and will be
powerful, and yet my
legs always fail at the
thought at an upward step...
I dream I could speak
the language of my
truth with no fear of
consequence, but my
breath just vanishes...
I imagine
the cages in
which I am now
imprisoned (and
I know they
are not, but
they do feel
like they
are my
home)
Copyright © Tracy Decker | Year Posted 2008
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