the pot my thoughts are in
is too small
my root bound mind is
aching
dreams of digging out and down
are circulating
my soul is sitting on itself
in
the crushing weight of needing to expand
twisting and winding myself into a basket
I'm choking on my own desire
to learn
I'm not wilting
but I'm stunted and everyone keeps asking me
why I'm holding myself back
I'm not I'm fighting to break
the thing that is holding me in.
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