I have a life outside my own
I venture out but never roam
I wander aimlessly around
my home.

The inner soul longs for
intrepid flight
Powerful, relentless, always
looking for a cause to fight.

The outer me holds itsself
reliably composed, never
wavering from austerity
Constantly striving for
eventual prosperity.

Society prevents me from
showing the other side
of my face_
Inhibited by stoicism, one is
forced to stay in her place.

One day the other side of me will
be unchained and set free_
Allowed to roam at will
until eternity.

Mary S. Hymel
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