Child Of Neptune Poem by Barbara Nixon

Never did fit in to the restrictive box
corners too rigid, angles too sharp
hard and unyielding, no space to soar
crushing pressure on the spirit
wreaking havoc on the flesh
uncompromising prison, heart nailed to the floor.

But I will dream me a dream,
escape my geometric slot
to where corners are soft like buttercream
angles wide like the eagle's span,
ascending like a freebird to my home farthest from the Sun
my inner child will finally scream.


by Barb Nixon