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Machine

December 2, 2013
By Kaitlin Ryan SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Kaitlin Ryan SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Inside the hollow shell of me

lays dormant a power

not yet seen in the robotic

form of myself.

Within the tinking and clinking

of my bolts and

the mindless automatic movements.

Deep within hibernation,

beneath my conscience.

Waiting to break open,

to free me from this tin can.

To shatter the remains

of all normality.

Flowing through my networks wiring.

A presence unexplainable.

The slumbering essence of life.


The author's comments:
This poem is about how growing up I felt like my family was shaping me into a robotic form, until one day I learned to stand for who I am, and allow myself to live.

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