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Date Posted: 10:25:38 01/08/03 Wed
Author: ^o.o^
Subject: Interpret it as you will... But it came outa m'fingers... And it needed to be posted....

Bleeding paws scrape 'gainst iron bars,
a cage of insecurity presses in,
the key held by unknown sources
which have been given a sex and name.

The being within struggles against her chains,
the links of which are lies,
the strength of which is fear
she snarls and draws blood from her hide.

Was she ever human?
She thinks not like the others,
and thus confined is destined,
to a confinement of her own thoughts.

For her thoughts are not excepted by man,
and like the horse of broken leg,
are left to die, and thus return
to the creature who clings to them.

She fears ignorance, and fearing it drowns,
her oceans made of misconceptions of others,
and yet dreams. Yet how can a dream
take flight, with wings broken by a siren's play?

Yet one can join her in the cage,
the child can pray,
But this sister joins and does not see that
though she tries to help perhaps she sinks
the dagger deeper, until the damage is done.

Ignorant child.

She helps many and she believes herself mighty.

While she herself is still growing.

The being now believes herself alone.
No one is like her.
No one can ever be like her.
Even if they accepted her thoughts,
she'd still be alone, for she is different then they.

She is caged.

Caged by the living lie she has somehow found.

The living lie that cannot be ignored.

The living lie unseen by those who are happy.

The living lie that somehow the child must quell.

The living lie described as The Impossible.

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