The birds are chirping up above in the sky.
Flying with their wings wide open.
Breathing in the freedom they have got.
When she looks up at the sky,
All she can think is of flying up high.
But the more you fly up higher and higher.
The more stronger and effective the drop is.
Her wings will be destroyed by the predators that are ready to eat her.
She will come crashing down hard.
She will be breathless and all she would think of is her
"Freedom "
That she never got when she was flying up high.
She felt suffocated almost dead,
Because unlike the bird she was flying with responsibilities and commitments.
Unlike the bird, her wings consisted of expectations that people had from her.
And now when she looks up at the sky,
She can see what others can't see.
She watched the freedom fade away, once she had.
A freedom that's fake and is filled with delusional dreams.
She walks on the ground now, still flying with success.
Her wings are wide open with the freedom that was once gone, her wings are filled with dreams that were once broken.
She is ready to fly again "forever".
A/N it's been really long since I last posted a poem but now I am publishing this poem, I still don't know if people read it or no I have 68 reads now so I guess ppl are reading. Anyways I don't really think that this poem is good I guess I have just mixed the past and future tense in the poem
I am probably boring u guys.Thanks
Love you all ❤️
K⚓rusha
YOU ARE READING
That's it
PoetryIs that it or is there more to your story. Because I still can't hear you.
