It’s not the handcuffs
or the prison walls
it’s the silent glance
hastening your compliance
an eyebrow
a tilt of the head

assumptions you run
beliefs long past
their use by date
keeping you
second guessing
in your own head

the norms that form you
cupcake clichés on how
to live your life

silence the voices
including your own

drop into your body
hold the pose
find the place of
most compression
sit and trust the wisdom
of your body to
water the now
desiccated dreams
you were born with

© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks

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