I am a tree, grown in the shade.
My limbs are tiny and underdeveloped.
My foliage is smattered with bald patches,
and I am a dwarf in stature.
Oh, how I desire
long, sturdy branches
that reach towards the sky
and bend in a slight bow
paying homage to the sun.
I covet beautiful, shimmering
limbs of voluptuous foliage
that house the tiny homes
of birds and squirrels
that I long to nestle in the protection
of my embrace.
A song rises in me,
a prayer
that the wall
that has blocked me
from the nourishing rays of the sun
be dismantled
even if it has to be done
brick by brick.
I am no longer
afraid of the light.
I want to see the real me.
I want to fall in love with the real me
not a dark shadow,
a distorted image
of who I was meant to be.
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