Bound within these narrow borders
confined by my limited vision,
held fast by the grasp of my soiled hands,
I am Small.
I touch the words and my thoughts take wing.
I find them within, I bring them out.
Seeing them fly to the unlimited sky
I am Free.
They leap from my hands
to dance upon the page.
We join in bliss, a lover’s tryst.
I am Joy.
No conscious will directs,
no ordered plan holds sway.
freedom fain, free will’s swain
I am Strong.
When I sit down to write,
words have a life of their own.
The veil is ripped, the bonds are slipped.
I am Alive.
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