She does not see the deep, wide ocean
beneath her feet, full of savage things
that nip at heels and turn her wide eyes
into pools of memory amidst
the seaweed locks of hair her skin
has grown.
It is this untamed wilderness
that entreats the soul to break free
of the unending barbed wire fences
of which our minds are so fond.
Every discover is, really,
How do I make myself free?
repeated again and again and again.
No wonder we cry with such remorse
when we knit ourselves into
bone and skin once more.
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