I was light and free,
I floated on the wind
Then you asked me
Where I had come from
Where I was going
I fell,
Through the silken twilight
Of my soaring mind
I had no answer
To your questions,
They bound me down with
Iron feathers of fear
Iron pulling on wings
Slowly,
Reaching back to earth,
I hit the ground
I had been gliding,
I told you.
On the ever distant sky,
And dancing on the moon
And sleeping in the sun
I ached,
To be back home
In my mind
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Beautiful, Clover: you capture well the pain & prisoning of the boxes, names & labels others seek to use to get a handle on those who dare to think outside the box... well done! Keep it up!