They say I have potential,A spark too bright to hide,But every time I reach for more,I'm pulled back inside.
I see the world, it's waiting,
A path I long to take,
Yet their voices are like anchors,
Weighing down each move I make.
I'm caged in by their worries,
Their fears, their need to control,
And while I dream of flying,
I'm tethered to their hold.
The potential lingers, aching,
A fire that can't ignite,
I watch as others forge ahead,
While I'm stuck in their fight.
I know I could be more,
I feel it in my bones,
But here I stay behind the glass,
Living a life that's not my own.
One day, maybe, I'll break free,
And show them who I am,
But until then, I'll stay behind,
A flame without a plan.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
