Imprisoned within, yet continually or selfishly
looking beyond perceived boundaries or margins
that hold me in place.
There is rigidity of my construct, whereas I have
long determined my shell is more flexible than
I have imagined.
It is the shape I have long occupied. What I say
and feel, and what has veritably taken place
remains my primary personal confine.
I am not always as open to change as I really may be,
yet continue living as if this is not always true.
That is now what I accept.
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