If Life Was Like a Poem

Confined

I have spent my years
confined with rules
commandments, check lists
to dos and to don'ts
no longer I will bend
break my back
clip my wings
I will fly
and if the price I pay
for freedom
damns me to eternal hell
then send me to the depths
for I will not be tamed
I will run free
until my legs can no longer
carry the weight of my troubles