growing wings | Completed

beginning of the end

g r o w i n g   w i n g s

✧✦✧

❝my freedom

was at the cost

of my sanity❞

✧✦✧

how far would you go to earn your freedom,

if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind.

freedom does not mean liberating yourself, spreading your wings,

and taking flight away from this big, bad world.

nor does freedom necessarily mean freeing yourself,

sometimes it means to be trapped inside your own damn mind.

✧✦✧

all of the poems in this book are written by me,

unless stated otherwise.

✧✦✧

Copyright © SplatteredInkJet ™ 2017

The moral right of the author has been asserted All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. Users may not distribute said copies to others, whether or not in electronic form or in hard copy, without prior written consent of the copyright holder of the materials. 

✧✦✧

this is the beginning of the end

you may proceed.