I Climbed a Tree to See the World

Differentiating the difference between what it true and what I create

Knowing when to set it free

knowing I am powerful beyond measure

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Free girl, Free boy, Free everything and bring back the joy

The reprocussion

It always sat there, thou I never looked. 

I can feel its voice slash cold inside off me, when I come close.

 I hear its voice inside of, me.

 Simultaneously my self taught instincts 

still catch me

Sweep me away in their current.

I scream why!

Why are you taking me? 

 As they pull me away to a secret place.

.Where I sit.

Confused.

 Mystified.

Building anger. 

Why do I feel this?

 Feel this?

 Do I?

 Look up river? 

No.

I see what I just fled. 

I turn away?

Yes.

 For I see nothing but what I feel inside projected in between me and you.

 And I hate it.

 I want to be able to swim up stream like a salmon, fighting its way back, 

the only way it knows how.

 I want to run against the wind and come first every time.

 I want to soar with my hand in yours, and love every part of it.

 But here I sit,

 looking up rivered. 

Wet and cold,

confused and concussed, 

Wondering,

 how to 

heal?

My pain sits deep inside

 protected by debris built up from so many years.

Shake it off?

 But? 

I feel it raw.

It is not fair

Why did you do this to me. I was unfair, and selfish. You fat pig. I cant find the words to tell you how much I loath what you did, It shattered such a beautiful thing. You took it from  my small hands and with you disgusting authority you threw it again the wall and then went and picked up the pieces of the jagged pieces and shoved them back into my heart, so that any time I feel anything I feel that sharp edge and its not fair you ruin it. How dare you ruin it for me. How dare you. How dare you.

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Like the wind

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

- Walt Emerson 

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