She had her sites on something bigger.
To her, nothing else could be clearer.
But alas. It seems the world wasn't going to have it,
And she found herself often at the presiphis of defeat.
Many times did she imagine herself running,
Towards a goal, towards a dream that is unyealding.
Many times did she try to hope,
That she'd break free and with her wings elope.
This imprisoned girl who is trapped in the mundane.
This flightless young bird who desires to break her chains.
Long did she pine for just a chance,
To be part of the world and to give her dreams a glance.
But "fate" has her bound and she lay there in defeat.
Never to see her dreams into fruition, destined to play everyday in repeat.
Forever dreaming, hoping and praying.
Forever desperate for freedom and for the feeling of flying.
YOU ARE READING
my words to the world
PoetryThis is a compilation of the words inside my head tjat are just dying to be set free. i really hope that these short poems will be able to touch your hearts.
