Why do so many people wish to fly away,
to abandon all they have and take to the skies?
And those same people mostly wish they were birds,
and, for some reason, think themselves wise.
Well, I am not wise nor wish to be a bird,
but I do wish to fly far on silver wings.
But personally, I think I'd stick closer to home
and build a garden to bloom in spring.
I'd dance 'round the flowers to get the attention
of my loved ones, my family and friends,
and they'd look down to see not a bird, but a bee,
buzzing happily among fragrant gems.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
