Matt, May 2021

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A mysterious way to be known

A connection

To a history

And yet

so far from home

At times as free

as a bluejay

At times

Locked in a cage

Where the shackles of addiction

are given

a bit of space

And clarity is found again

For however brief a time

Before the struggles reappear

In a complicated mind

But the beauty of full stories

And recalling them

from youth

Is the reminder

We are collections

Of unknowns and of truths

And holding fast to what has been

That brings smiles to our face

Is a beautiful way

of setting free

That blue jay

from the cage.