Stringent lines of disobedience are carefully being
delineated so I can break from this jail cell I've
been encased in.
Trying to break the pattern a person's put in place,
wanting to be free and escape her brutality for good.
Throwing authority aside, picking myself up and
standing up to her, making her turn away with tears,
as I hurry and get out of her way.
No longer stuck in her misery, free to walk into my
own sunrise, alone at last.
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