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Locked Up

by Wendy Geal

I shut my eyes and taste a rain of bad air
A gulp of sour milk, a sore ending to a bad love affair

And love,
You twisted the steel bars that lined in rows over my heart
And took my hand and pulled me out

For a moment, I knew freedom
I will never forget the first step over the prison walls
I made it out of a bad place as if I'd never return
Which has left me wondering now why I can't get political asylum.

I am a mess now. I've gone straight back under lockdown.
Any man could try and tear the walls down but it won't be easy
One sight of me would send him running, I am not a stable girl.

I've cemented myself in, barbwire all along my edges
I am a dangerous girl.

12/05/2005

Posted on 12/05/2005
Copyright © 2020 Wendy Geal

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tom Goss on 12/09/05 at 03:32 PM

An excellent poem on psychological defenses.

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