The day you spoke of your reputationA Poem by An owl on the moonI remember...I
remember Remember
the day The
day you spoke of your reputation That
it was not your soul Not
your identity It
was the fabric others clothed you in The
colors others painted you in And
that now you were free So
you would paint your own canvas Unrestricted
from the fear of disfavor In
this I envied you For
I had lived so bound by others By
opinions By
judgments By
fear of suspicions And
now Now
I long too for this freedom To
find myself before I am lost Lost
in this city Of
another’s dream So
I surrender And
cling to the shore of my soul Praying
that I find the key To
my door Within
© 2017 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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