My body, my jail
Some bodies have life and
Are free, while mine is a
Cage
My soul is a bird in a cage
Of depression, watching
From afar as every one
Else is free, happy,
Own self love.
No matter how many
Times my cage door is
Open, my anxiety chains
Me down at the bottom
Of the cage.
As I realize where my
Soul resides, my thoughts
Become like the waves
Of a sea, powerful
And controlling as my
Soul sinks to the bottom.
As people yell shark,
I just float there, waiting.
I want to scream, and run
And cry for help, but my
Body just sits there, waiting
To crack open to let my
Soul pour out of this
useless carcass that's my
Body.
When I was just a soul,
I chose the wrong body,
A female body, that I would
Soon regret choosing as
My soul grew older, realizing
That I'm not me, and won't be
Until I work for self-love.
Self love was a thing all
Free people had, The key to
Be free, but no matter
How hard I tried, I never could
Get there, never achieved the
Dream, but maybe,
Just maybe,
I'll get there one day.
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poetry: the darkness before light
Short Storyhere are all the poems I have written so far, I thought I would give it a chance because I have never written poems until today and people kept encouraging me to write more so I am giving it a shot. WARNING! these poems contain: - self harm - possib...
