I'm all alone in this dark room
If maybe I can call out for help,
If I can speak about the trials
I underwent before getting here.
Just maybe,
I can soar high in the sky,
fly in the air with no worries
of my wings getting clipped.
Maybe soon.
When exactly will I get to a
place of refuge?
Be in my nest without no disturbances,
Finally be at peace.
At a site that without pain and criticism.
Ostracism and stigmatism?
Just maybe when?
YOU ARE READING
My Feelings
PoetryIt varies Our response to everything, the way you feel about certain things and reasoning too🙂
