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Poetry
This Is Truer Than I Want It To Be
I wish someone would pick the locks
and set me free. But that’s not how it works.
The locks are clicking open all the time.
I can hear them from inside this little cage.
The door even creaks as a hint (hear that?
Look! It’s open!)
I ignore the sound and do my
cage-sized work, my prison-shaped
accomplishments piling up in the corner.
I stare through the bars, yearning, squawking
for freedom.
What I don’t do
is hop up, weightless,
onto the lip of the open door,
push off with my little birdie feet,
and wing my way to the wind that whispers me home.
What I don’t do is let the sky
push me up into the
quiet nothing of
everything.
This is embarrassing.
There’s no lock to pick.
There’s not even a cage.
Here’s a piece of music designed to help you completely relax.
Tina Lear is a writer (follow her here on Medium if you want more), composer/lyricist, yoga teacher, and mother of three really interesting humans. She founded the Long Island Dharmata Sangha and is currently navigating the liminal world between her past and her future. Doing her best to be in the present. She lives in Floral Park with her beloved wife and their big little dog, Ruby.
