This is just a fragment of a piece I started working on this morning. Maybe I'll leave it like this. I have too many unfinished projects sitting on my desktop. Bleh. But here is this.
You knew the free spirit in me
Before his adolescent incarceration
We saw him peek from behind the bars,
Timid at first, but alive.
And his smile was still there,
As was the hope,
And the childish dreams
That made me who I once was.
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