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Denial

Listen to Ivy read Denial

 

I used to fly

but my wing just broke.

My spirit is laden with tears.

Neither age nor injury did this to me.

The foe lurks inside of me

hidden.

 

I go to the wise ones.

I go to a priest.

They poke

and they prompt

and he prays.

But no one

save I

can tame the vile beast.

Thus

floundering aground I remain.

 

Please no!

My will cries.

I’m longing to fly

and turn circles round treetops

and clouds.

But as long as my head says I can’t

then I won’t

and I’ll die in my cage of denial.

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