Shackles
I just want to write
until I can't find words.
I want to write what I want,
not what I think
you want me to.
I want to write
when there isn't a rubric
or a box.
But a story,
or none if I like.
When it's just me and words
and nothing else matters.
I want to write,
on a mountain
in the morning,
or my bed
at midnight.
With no need,
except me.
My ideas.
My thoughts.
My passion.
I don't want to satisfy your criteria.
I want to write.
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