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I Yearn by Wendy Bloom





I Yearn


The bars hem me in

They are in truth phantoms


My sandals drag circles

In the damp sand

forming trenches of forgetting


My imaginary prison cripples me


I collapse

Desolation my companion


No sunlight gets through

No movement

No sound


I am bruised

with big purple blotches

Hurling myself into

unyielding

walls


I beat against them

I am too weak

to knock down

seemingly solid

confidence breakers


I live in dense delusions

I cannot move into

the multi-dimensional

me


Thorns

Rooted

Glory


Redeemed by years of self-abased thinking?


Can I emerge?

An unclean conundrum


One day, I will

make out the rope

Grasp

Journey, upward

to


Myself

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