I can not speak,
Chained to a tree,
Closed branches stop me,
I can not express myself,
In a tangle of roots that were dealt,
So I remain silent until they unravel,
Until then can't move or travel,
Soon I will simply leave,
The entanglement behind me to be me,
And set myself free.
~ William Wooding~ ©
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