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Poetry

Before Freedom

It is a strange despair
and
with cruel security
that we find ourselves
trapped
in our feelings for another.
Regardless of distance
and deeds done against us.
A heartstring forever tied,
no matter how we may claw
and bite to get free.

Comment
by CWolfe

Hey,

I’m Lola and I’ve been writing fiction since I learned to write and more recently some non-fiction pieces after enjoying the process of doing a dissertation; mainly minor political rants to purge some of the injustice rage and fact based poetry.

For the last five years I have been registered disabled after I was maimed during an operation and have been left housebound besides medical appointments so... I have a lot of time on my hands. This is a fact both helped and hindered by mental illness but I’m here, I’m hopeful and I haven’t started talking to the wallpaper yet.

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