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I'm attempting to capture you by removing myself.

However there is truly no way to speak about you
without talking about him,
and that which pressed into the cracks
that cascaded across your face.

You had to grow up early
and become the mother of nature to all around,
but never truly getting to enjoy the wind
and the sky.

Freedom was marriage.
That was your only escape,
because in your mind two rings of gold
felt less like shackles,
compared to the prison of home.

You wanted to fly.
You wanted to travel,
to see the world on wings of metal and plastic.

But everyone clipped your wings
and they rubbed you into the dirt,
because your father thought it was too dangerous
and your husband was finishing his degree.

You flew to Florida where the wind is hot,
your son is dumb,
and your womb was barren.

Misery and melancholy clipped your wings,
as you bore a daughter while your husband
slept in other beds.

All you wanted to was fly,
but you soar closer and closer to the ground.

Life has been cruel and you'd rather be mad then sad,
'cause all you wanted to do was fly.

-Lysa