Tossed and tumbled
in the mischievous wind
I quickly realized
how badly I needed a string
attached to my wings
and a hand on the back end
that I may float in resonance to
the breezy music.

that I may not get stuck
on the branched green ghosts
nor electrocuted
on those sagging parallel wires
while I swoop or scale
in his mighty presence,

I wonder
could I ever have glided better
to unknown heights
without those strings!

fences, that defined my freedom
boundaries, that told what I am
limitations, my strength that set me free….

I loved my hide
that held my flesh in place
that clocked the nakedness
of my bones
that hid the inner turmoil

can I ever be
sans my hide
sans my limitations
sans my constraints…..

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Agith George Antony

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that was the shock of my life, really - you know, that not even a day is down without me telling a lie!! Yes, that was a bit strong to digest, but that is a TRUTH!
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