POETRY

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"The Cage of my mind ..."
"I cry out ..."
"Today found me ..."
"The surf-washed shore ..."
"Men strut and flex ..."
"Like the wind ..."
"The fourth rider ..."
"One does everything ..."
"Like an iceberg ..."
"Summer lightning ..."
"Ebont feathered beads ..."
"These are my songs ..."
"Every tear shed for love ..."


  THE CAGE OF MY MIND
HAS MIRRORED BARS
ALLOWING ME BUT FEW GLIMPSES
OF THE WORLD OUTSIDE
IN WHICH I AM NOT PRESENT
AND MULTIPIED GREATLY
THOUGH I CAN, ON OCCASION, SEE OUT
I CAN NEVER BE REALLY AT ONE WITH THIS WORLD
THIS WORLD IN WHICH I ONCE BELONGED
FITS NOW LIKE A CHILDHOOD COAT
LONG OUTGROWN
I AM NOT WHO ONCE I WAS
NOR AM I ANY LONGER CERTAIN
WHO I TRULY AM
I FEAR THAT WHICH I MAY NEXT BECOME
THIS MIND WAS LONG MY "HIDING PLACE"
A SANCTUARY
THEN, PANDORA LIKE, I OPENED DARK PLACES
AND CAME FACE TO FACE
WITH THAT WHICH I COULD NOT ACCEPT
MYSELF