Utterly alone.
That's how I feel right now. A house full of people,
yet, I don't feel loved.
A house, full of educated, well-read, progressive women.
Yet, I feel like a caged bird.
A caged bird, who only dreams of her freedom.
She dreams of being finally able to spread her wings wide unto the heavens and to fly away from the cage she called home.
A bird, she knows the impossibility of the dream.
Yet, she has no other choice but, to hope and dream of her freedom in order to go on.
Day-in and day-out.
she only hopes to fly away. Yet, she is burdened by the thought of leaving her loved ones behind.
She wants to fly,
But, the responsibility of her family lies in her tender wings.
Yet, she hopes.
She feels suffocated by the cage and the other birds that live with her.
Yet, her heart cries every night at the daunting thought of facing another day in the company of the ones that captured her.
She hopes...
Sometimes, when she forgets to dream,
she wants to clip her own wings off.
She wants, then: more than ever, to just give up.
To stop breathing.
To stop thinking.
To simply give up.
Still thinking of the ones that she loves,
She fights with her own mind every day.
She fights with herself more than she talks to anybody on a daily basis.
Yet, with the cage suffocating her,
She lives on and dreams of spreading her wings.
As she lacks, the freedom to even kill herself.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Forever
PoetryMy thoughts on life in the form of poetry that I know of. Don't go into this thinking it'll be the traditional style of poetry, cause it is not. These are just my thoughts. I DO NOT ENCOURAGE SELF-HARM.
