in such abandon in my garden
the way they do beside the road
Some things cannot be tamed
and never thrive unless forgotten
A wild heart may throb and strain
when all bonds feel like weights
until it bursts and sunders chains
breaking walls to escape
then light as air flies away
A pen may etch black on white
While voices warn do not say
and threaten do not write
But what's in my head sears my brain
until scratched out on the page.
