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VIII. “Encased”
I find my heart locked up again,
Not in chains of iron behind curtains and walls of steel as before
Rather, in a transparent ‘prison’.
Now in being seen, the beauty is no longer mourned over as if lost
It is praised.
Yet the tragedy remains of a heart bound,
Encased in a transparent prison; longing to be freed
For the walls to be removed
So it may be held again
Experiencing the intimacy of a whisper
A gentle embrace soothing the soul
In the serenity of sounding silence…
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