Today I drew upon my wrist
A bird in graceful flight,
Its wings spread wide, a symbol of
My yearning for the light.
I've lived so long within a cage,
My voice a muted cry,
Each thought, each dream, each whispered hope
Bound tightly, left to die.
To make a choice, to speak my mind,
Is seen as breaking free,
But what they call rebellion
Is simply being me.
How strange it feels, this longing for
A love I can't pursue,
A heart that's chained, a soul restrained
From finding what is true.
So every day, I'll sketch this bird,
A symbol of my fight,
For though my freedom's fleeting,
I'll hold it through the night.
My friends once asked, "What would you do,
If nothing held you down?"
I answered with a sad smile,
"I think I'd like to fall in love."
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
