Captive heart

 
I just can’t do it today.

Reached into the vault
  where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
  "nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
  highly reserved
    octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
  so very deep
I am nearly
  unreachable.

Tomorrow, we head home.

And then…
I shall unleash
  all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
  with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
  filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
  of the poet
    that is me.

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