Trapped in a cage, a bird am I,
With parents as my sweet keeper, nigh.
Bound by financial woes and cultural ties,
My life is not my own, but filled with sighs.
I watch as other children play,
Hanging out and having fun each day.
They speak of adventures, and dreams to come,
While I am left to stare, and ponder some.
I long to spread my wings and fly,
To experience life, and reach for the sky.
Beautiful cage that holds me, is suffocating,
Leaving me with nothing but aching.
I see the world outside, through the bars,
Wondering when it will be my turn to have stars.
I listen as my parents make excuses,
For why I cannot leave, and join the queues.
As I sit here, feeling low,
I know deep down, time comes, I'll go.
Though trapped in this cage, I'll never lose hope,
For one day, I'll break free and learn how to cope.
And when I do, I'll fly away,
Free from this cage, and from this dismay.
For I am more than just a poor little bird,
Trapped in a cage, with my parents as my lord.
I am a dreamer, with aspirations to see,
The world outside, and all it has to be.
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Bitter Sweet Adventures
PoetryI will be painting all my heartfelt emotions and feelings with words. Feel free to read it if you want to peep inside my head..