I ruminate and reflect upon received wisdom
what is right and what is good.
The story I have told myself makes me sad
I think about how it was and how it wasn’t
and how I want it to be now.
I am no longer a prisoner of my memory
I’m unshackled from my past.
The leg irons have left me a little lame
but I am upright and I can walk
even with uncertain gait.
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