Eloquence (A Poetry Book)

Cannot

You cannot define me
because I know myself
better than you ever will.

You cannot slip me into a category
because I am not a
this or a that.

You cannot tell me what to do
because I have made my own plans,
plans that don't include you.

You cannot hold me captive
because my wings
will grow back.

And the joy you find
In breaking spirits
As if they are sticks found in the dirt
Will soon be gone.

Because what you don't realize is

You cannot keep spirits broken for long
eventually
Time heals all.