Locked Inside


I am not this
Not this heavy body
Not this thin skin
Not these tears cried
Listening to Irene Cara
Sing Out Here On My Own

I am not this
Not these tired hands
Not these sore feet
Not these pale lips
Disappearing as my smile
Fades to a crooked line

I am not this
Not these sensitive teeth
Not this short gray hair
Not these thick lenses in
Wireless frames that hide

I don’t know this
Person rocking alone
With a cat on her lap
This is not me
This is not all
All this

I am not this
Not just this
Yet all this
And not
I am
Not me


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