A condensed square with six sides and no door
the echo of children reverberating within
I remember this, pacing between walls, ceiling and floor
emptying grocery bags and cooking food,
tucking in children, singing songs and telling stories,
maybe to myself, that one day I would be
able to take a shower alone and read a book,
quietly, with no interruption.
And then one day, they had both left and the walls
fell away and blue sky filtered in, a breeze blew
across my cheeks and I was free.
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