the mortgage on individuality
and conscience
ends today
I step out in the fresh air
-alone
-independent
stern looks
fail to pierce my armor
-they expect me to be
suitably gloomy
for bereavement
What do I mourn
bereft of bondage
role-playing
and suffocation?

really good Reena! ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ
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Thanks, Carol!
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ร moarn my kids but they are surviving x
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I get what you say.
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well expressed, Reena…๐
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Thank you so much!
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A brilliantly written poem.
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Thank you so much, Diana!
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