Poem: Lessons

Lessons

I hope it will begin soon,

that you will come
as we have spoken
to begin, to show me.

I think so much, already,
think of what can be,
but it is all locked inside
without an exit,

and I wish I did not need
this help, that I were enough,
that alone I could find my way,
instead of this reliance on others,

but maybe you can show me enough
for me to find freedom,
to make my way.  I know:
I have thought this before.

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