your expectations are a castration
to who you could become
the limits should only be your own imagination
but you've cut your own wings
and forgotten how it feels to fly
not to mention your open wound's stings
stop letting your fears
dictate your limits
you should be learning through the years
after all, you're only hurting yourself
so make some wings
and learn how to excel
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
