of my own making

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I do not touch the ceiling yet.

Where stooped and bent I’ll finish life.

When walls will crush and close around me

and breath will strain along with sight.

With this dawn there’s room for growing;

no chains around my liberty.

So may not the fear of someday

make today feel small to me.

—Lisa Qualsett—

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