on the Irving Park bus
headed east, home
to comfort and warmth
I am overcome
I quietly weep
(not the first by far
to do so on the CTA)
not in sadness
or grief
but in relief
in gratitude
to be alive
to be free
to have this life that I do
A friend said to me this week
"I am a prisoner in my own life."
it put things in perspective.
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