Wednesday, April 29, 2009

When I Am Free

Do you ever wonder why I stay,

When I am so controlled and stifled?

Do you wonder why I stay,

Midst your jealousy and rage?

My dream is that some day,

You will get bored with me and let me go.

Perhaps a rescuer will come and free me from your grasp.

Your soft, pseudo-caring grasp.

Your selfish, greedy, hoarding clutches that keep me all to yourself.

One day I will be free.

Though you will still control me,

For I will always love my beautiful, soft, manipulating captor...

Even when I am free

-Micol Kraft Day

I write this poem for those who are unable to express these feelings. I feel your pain, and you are in my prayers.


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