Freedom
It’s not the handcuffs
or the prison walls
it’s the silent glance
hastening your compliance
an eyebrow
a tilt of the headassumptions you run
beliefs long past
their use by date
keeping you
second guessing
in your own headthe norms that form you
cupcake clichés on how
to live your lifesilence the voices
including your owndrop into your body
hold the pose
find the place of
most compression
sit and trust the wisdom
of your body to
water the now
desiccated dreams
you were born with
© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
