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Written by Sheryl Joy P. Olano
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Saturday, 25 February 2006 |
I was a fool in a box,
A sheltered fool that hungered
To spring out and have a taste
Of the intoxication they called love
With a smile painted on my face
For I always thought it sweet
Not for long, my waiting was paid -
The box was unlocked
And out I burst
In vivid colors of joy
Yet before I could even
Touch the ground
Of the world I so craved,
Of a freedom I so envied,
Back I was pushed with
The truth of the door
And I merely bent to its will
Till I was locked up again
Still I lay waiting…crumpled,
But not lost
As this happened over and
Over again
For the feel, the sight
Of the open space
Fed me dreams.
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