Expression unconstrained

you once called style

‘cause that was all you truly had

an illusory life always felt for

trespassing being

encroaching onto otherness

in all its expansive power of constraints forgotten

and yet.. you never killed

nor hurt

nor enslaved

you only killed your dreams for theirs

a liberator

misunderstood  

but not forgotten

is this what you looked for?

no..

and you knew it

they did not read through

and won’t see

that pattern

you almost drew

but broke through

the moment you imagined them

seeing it

and yet.. you’ve let your bluebird fly

just in front of all the blind

who in their confusion never heard its ascent

of being there

for them

in liberation grasped

and yet.. not reached for.

"There's a bluebird in my heart that/ Wants to get out but I'm too tough for him/ I say, stay in there, I'm not going/ To let anybody see you.." Charles Bukowski