Shyness
A curse upon the tongue
A genetic inclination?
Forged in the fires of schoolyard fascism?
Contributory
My intelligence
Their jealousy
My fear
A silent voice
Caged inside for years
Words held back
Battles fought daily
Clawing to get out
Held within
By me
A freeing
A chink in the armor
A letting go
Bit by bit
Every day
One at a time
Moment by moment
I do not miss you
I remember you with disdain
I wish I could leave you behind
You cling
You remind me
You will not let go.
I envision you gone
I step out in front of you
I am too fast
You are my old life
But still
Me
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