The Glass Jar

January 26, 2009
My wings of
Freedom have just
Begun to unfold;
But they are pinned
Down by cold
Authority, who
Pretend to love.
Fluttering uselessly,
I cannot break free.
I am left in
My glass jar of
Shelter, dreaming
Of the sjy just
Beyond my reach.

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