
Joni Mitchell, you've been on my mind.
Opinionated and opal,
Free where I am not.
Where I am stuck with this anger, growing in my bones,
Growing in this body, this space that I take up,
This protest I can't quite mount.
turning obstacles into popsicles
And it will change me, all this. Will build up walls and break them down.
Will surround this heavy heart with battements and thorn tipped leaves.
Will then pluck them away, one at a time, savoring the small piece of my whole that sits at their base. Slowly. Curiously.
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