he and i
he did not make me whatever it is that i am
he does not control what i do with my hands
he did not define what thoughts run through my mind
he does not dictate what words i will find
he did not allow me to break free of this grasp
he does not stop me from completing this task
he did not speak when i told him my aims
he does not participate in my intricate games
he did not stop me from becoming fully fledged
he simply pushed me when i got too close to the edge
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Poems for the few
Poetrypoems about monsters poems about life poems about death poems about cries
