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December 25, 2012 at 2:37 pm

Under the bridge on my way to freedom I dropped all my bags for awhile.

I left them behind, stepped into the sunlight, as an old man gave me a smile.

I’m sure he assumed that his warmth went unnoticed, but it kept me going for days.

It’s not just a phase. I must wear down this cage.

Children hold hands on the streets of the city, I watch from the top of my stoop.

Their T-shirts are matching, a few of ‘em laughing, and I must admit that it’s cute.

Two minutes go by and another group passes, men in identical suits.

We travel in groups. Like uniformed troops.

I know you need me to give you some comfort, but I never could reassure.

I can celebrate or commiserate, but please don’t ask me for more.

It’s not that I don’t want you to feel better, but I can’t be your support.

I’ve tried building forts, but I come up too short....

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