Safety In Restriction.

Poetry

I suppress it:
The urge to write.
The urge to let my feelings dribble on a page.
I need to control.
Need to know what will happen so I will be prepared.
So nothing will ever hurt me.
With my fort too high to breach.
And my hair too short to climb.
I will not be broken.

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