Yearning

• the child inside me yearns
• for something more–
• a clue, perhaps, a sign,
• another open door–
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• the white walls surrounding me
• are falling like wavering petals–
• the world says keep them up,
• Why can’t you just Settle?
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• My restless mind looks through
• the windowsill and begs
• for the world outside–
• Go, now, it whispers,
• there is nothing here
• left to hide.
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• Be bold. Be brave.
• Put on a straight face
• and take the leap –
• what opportunities missed
• when fear runs deep.