Thursday, September 12, 2013

Repression.

my immortal self is unimposing,
to express emotion, less enclosing.

Letting go is freedom found,
Midnight thoughts in a sleeping gown.

I saw the box that I once knew,
a world, which from the inside grew,
the paper walls it all came through...

Repressed no longer, in this late hour.
Resilient now, a soft fresh power.


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