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Boxed

No position of respect on a shelf of treasures

The spirit within me yearns for expression.
In one profound moment, I spoke my soul
And you listened. Then you placed me in a box:
Shut up, silent and mute. All three.

No position of respect on a shelf of treasures,
But slid under the bed and secret.
You pull me out and speak to me
And I nod in understanding, unable to answer,
Or to request a loosening of bonds.

I do not like this role and wish to be recast.
I do not like this game, and wish to play another.

© 2010 Wendy Hunt

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