Piece of Me

There is a part of me that aches to be freed.

It kicks at its cage threatening to be heard.

But every time I think of letting it live in the light,

I end up shooting it with a tranquilizer gun.

It’s too close to my heart.

It’s too much a piece of my soul.

I can’t let it be freed.

Can’t let it be vulnerable to judgement.

Β© J.G.

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