Jigsaw

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Dwelled deep in my own feelings,

Heart a maze, no one understands,

In this ever confusing world,

A woman I stand puzzled.


How do I expect others?

When I'm not aware myself,

My own needs or emotions,

With questions yet no answers.


I'm so complicated,

That I understand,

Like another jigsaw,

No one ever truly saw.


A foreign complex mystery,

Life's forever another misery,

Always someone's little puppet,

Life of my own being a threat.


Released to finally fly high,

Still trapped in the inside,

I truly just can't afford,

My own first steps forth.


Guilt. Engulfs every time,

When heart yearns to finally fly,

To be free in the blue sky,

Me, being a new barrier this time.


Still that lonely little bird,

Too scared to look into the world,

Shriveled in yet another corner,

Is it my fault? I continue to wonder.


I can't waste my life this way,

I'm going to learn to fly once again,

If mustered enough courage one day,

I'll finally flee off on my way.


The world for all it's glory,

I'll be free of this very agony,

Proudly looking down ever so impressed,

A lone wolf I'll be the new empress.

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