Walls

I feel it in my throat

A voice trapped

A scream stifled

But muscles strangle my soul into silence

I feel it in my bones

A spirit contained

Defined by a deteriorating shell

But the body protects the gift it carries

I feel it in this room

A life that is stuck

A longing to explore

But home is where the heart is, and responsibility

I feel it in this world

Minds that need to open

Hearts that yearn to heal

But traditions and systems maintain the chaos

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