We All Need Different Things Poem by Skylark Woodrow

Free me from this prison,
Release me from this hell,
Return me to where I came from;
This never ends well.
You can't take someone from their home,
And expect for them to live in deep and dark and sunless places you alone can live.
You can't take someone bright, airy, and free,
Uproot them,
And think that they will be able to survive amid your company.
You can't take someone wild,
And tame them down to size,
You will only break them and leave them more dead than alive.
Sometimes we are different,
And need different things to survive and grow and be,
Sometimes we need different things to feel like we are free.

(2019.9.8)