rooted in expectations
that twist like a vine
creeping up my limbs
squeezing my voice
into mere whispers
of who I am
of who I can be
I struggle in fear
rip at the weeds
and my voice rises
rattles the glass walls
of my conscience
of my binary world
that holds me caged

©Heather Carr-Rowe

I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil