Brick by brick,
One over the other
For a wall thick.
A room of one’s own
Cannot be broken or torn.
Seldom entered or even known.
No beam of light penetrates
No vagabond air dances
No thoughts wander.
There is a bondage-
a lumber
Of words.
Bound by memoirs
Locked in the past,
I’ve prisoned my own self.
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