Broken Free

I’m not asking for approval,

that belongs to time

The spoken words I cherish most,

to you seem out of rhyme

I’m not asking for acceptance,

my muse rejects your praise

In darker moments light is found

—your comments weakly phrased

 

(The New Room: December, 2021)

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