Me. Poem by Diana Rosser

Me.



I am a free bird in an iron cage
I am a thorn tree grown south of the line
I am a pillar; a vessel for rage
I am a squall when the wind blows fine
I am a harbour through waves that are rough
I am a squirm, a discomfort, a blush.

Monday, September 26, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: tree,wind
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