Poetry On Empty

I was once aware of more

than what I currently am.

I imagined wings could take me

anywhere I dreamed.

Maybe it is a dream

I remember.

One where I could be

this person I see in the mirror.

A reflection of who I am.

Someone not bent on being

what society demands.

Someone not tied to this world.

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