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the opposite of freedom

I told everyone I was leaving
said Iíd found the strength deep inside, this time.
Getting to the door is never a problem
where I stand on the threshold of freedom
stare out with wide eyes and a wildly beating heart
before I twist my head, like the snapping of my own neck
and hastily shut the door, where I nonchalantly concede
that Iím a massive hypocrite.
Stumbling with gelatine legs to the kettle
I make a cup of tea to ease my heart
that canít be tamed, yet refuses to be free.

© Indie Adams 2012
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Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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