Hobbled Reality

My spirit aches for freedom;

yet my body is sat upon,

like the playground bully

atop the runt of the litter.

I yearn to

breathe freely,

move freely,

live freely.

I want to run live I’ve been set free,

Instead, I hobble amongst a broken reality.

 

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