Fly
Caged
Locked
Stuck
Restricted
But trying
So hard to break free
Of expectations
And peer pressure
And parents
And society
And life.
Locked in a jail cell
Sinking
Breaking
And slowly dying
But wanting so hard to fly
Into blue skies that look like paintings
Into dreams
And hopes
And wishes
But bound down
By chains
And strife
And stress.
And in the morning
Plastering on that smile
Getting out of bed
Just to do it again
Maybe your only reason to live
Trying to break free
From the cage
Trying to fly.
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I wrote this poem one day, when I felt like I was caged from all the troubles life has to offer. Perhaps we are all birds after all, with some longing to spread our wings and fly. That isn't an impossible task, people have done it. And I'm going on that journey to find the key that'll unlock the door of this cage to let me free.
But until then, I'll just keep trying to fly.
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