What is it in YOU that is hidden
Caged, left no room to roam?
There isn’t anything noble
About the bars and locks and
Shutters that mask you and
Hold on too tightly, not allowing
Your YOU-ness to be
Released into the wilderness
Which is here, which is
There, which is over there and WAY-
Over there as these THERES
And HERES are calling you
Now to step out, open the door,
Pick up the soles and your soul
And show up here and there
And wherever you are
Unhidden, Free, Unselfconsciously
Embarrassed, astonished and
Bewildered at who you are
In this world
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during June 2010
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