the wizard

am not going to be cliche and say
“if there’s one thing they can’t take from me it’s
[insert some existential noun here]”
“heart” “spirit” “soul”
because you took all those things from me
until i was nothing more
then a cyborg of your creation
one short day in the emerald city
take me please to the wizard of oz
i will beg him to restore my heart, my courage
my brain needs tweaking too
then i can click my heels and
come home to the real me
i don’t know how long my trip down
the yellow brick road will be
but by god i will get there eventually
i will not use a cliche
but i’m not past using metaphor to help them understand
the tornado has come and gone and i
have stepped out in technicolor.