tame
docile
repressed
re-processed
all the same, tame
yet a spirit soars within
take it on the chin
my head begins to spin
there is no more room within
if i can just tend
to the glory of my story
until my free becomes my friend
tame will come to an end
and i will be me once again.
San,
I've never seen your poetry before. Beautiful! Thanks for sharing
Love this San :hug:
Beautiful :hug:
Love it... LTLTR