OBSERVING HISSY FITS

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Submitted Date 07/17/2020
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I chose freedom.

Wrapped my fingers around its ends,

and pretended as if my heart

was flying above the dark clouds

I used to cry under.

I chose freedom,

and you can't stand it.

Happier to see me chained

than to see me change for the better.

I chose freedom.

Ran through luscious fields of green,

and white lily renewal.

Joy is plural for me now.

You can pluck as many petals as you want.

I've got a field of forever-growing tulips.

I chose freedom.

And, it sure feels good.

 

 

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