Prison of Flesh
Prison of Flesh By Lynn LeFey The mirror lies. I see the almost handsome man reflected. I play the role well, husband, father, pillar of the community. But inside, the woman I truly am screams for freedom, for honest expression. It will never happen. My life is given to others. Civic duty, let us say. I turn from the mirror. The lie continues. Others react to me as the man they see. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. So Shakespeare...