A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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Hands unshackled,

Legs free to run as they please –

But trapped inside.

Unable

To Captivate my own thoughts as they run rampant.

Caged in the ineptitude of inculcation.

My very freedom is my inhibition.

Distorted direction

My own election.

My only delight to demarcate

These neglected deliberations.