Feral

By Sandra M. Ulbrich

Stifle me in shopping malls
Where every store's a chain,
Hide me in city houses
Where every front's the same,
Drive me down barren highways
That never saw a tree,
My body's trapped in your world;
My heart and soul are free.

So you dare to think to know me,
Can tell every contour of my heart?
Think again, my dearest;
You've only seen a part.
Puzzle a picture of me,
Take pieces from this friend, that one;
The final piece is hidden;
I claim it for myself alone.

Copyright 2000, Sandra M. Ulbrich

About the Author

Sandra Ulbrich started her writing career in high school, when she made up her own lyrics to songs. She soon graduated to writing sonnets, villanelles, and free verse. After obtaining her bachelor's degree in molecular biology/English and a Master of Technical and Scientific Communication degree, she worked as a teaching assistant, a science writing intern at the National Cancer Institute, a technical writer, and a proofreader. She is currently a lab technician at an enyzme-producing company. In addition to writing poetry, Sandra has also written a fantasy novel called Day of All Seasons, which has been submitted for publication. She is currently writing a sequel, called Fifth Season. When not writing, Sandra enjoys listening to classic rock (especially the Beatles), reading, gaming, attending cons, and chatting with her friends.

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