arranging songs
like patches in a quilt
to protect myself from the world.
words that aren't my own
fill my mouth and release
the pain that no other key could unlock.
my sight rises above
the boulders left for me
to push up the crest of an unending hill.
if i dance fast enough
I might rise too
and escape this silent prison.
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