31 Dec 2016 – Prison

Too afraid to let Love love me,
I was chicken-shit – and then some,
finding safety in my bondage,
way too broke to raise my ransom.

I said “No!” I loved a freedom
I could only take in teaspoons.
I exulted in my dog run,
terrified by kites and communes.

Night by night, in jail this vision:
crying while the doors swung open.
Who’s the warden of this prison?
All my chains remained unbroken.

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