Identity

I have it all, they say.
Only I mourn the years
wasted.
Fettered.

A prefix and a suffix
To another’s life.
Surfacing for air
I gasp, choke and splutter.
Breaking free?

There are words for all this.
I’m sure it can sanely be explained.
So I can be packed, sealed and labeled as
Me.
Me?

Autonomy

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12 thoughts on “Identity

      • I understand completely. The one recurring negative comment I get about my writing is that I go on and on and on. And I realize that I do. But at the same time, for me, writing is about the journey to get there, not just the destination… 😉

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