there are dark circles and bags under my eyes.
i can't breathe from this muzzle suffocating me.
i'm chained to the ground and my wings are clipped.
it's as if they believe i am clay for them to mold,
a prisoner for them to control.
i'm not allowed off my leash
because they say they are looking out for me.
but the blood dripping down my face
from my temples
and my shirt soaked with scarlet over my heart
screams a different story.
not a physical fight,
but a mental and emotional brawl.
YOU ARE READING
strengthened by force
PoetrySometimes we don't choose if we're strong, because we have to be. We cannot choose the cards we are dealt with, but we can choose our reaction. __________________________________ STRONG (strông) adj. strong·er, strong·est 1. a. Physically powerful...
