Before, my heart was caged. I kept quiet because I was taught to “keep my mouth shut.”
They were wrong, and that’s why they terrorize.
If they were right, we’d gravitate to the truth, complacent.
I may still fear – and every fiber of my being might quiver to hide and return to seclusion.
If it weren’t for the dogs, I could do so easily, and forget.
But, to provide stimulation for them, I put myself “in the lime light,” for they are interesting and of rare breeds.
So am I, but you never would have seen – until now, as my heart begins beating.
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