Poetry Journal

Let me fly

From the ashes are we born,
What was the purpose of it?
Oh you life, how nasty a play you put,
You puzzle me everytime, I try to understand you,

What was the purpose of it?
The day after the night,
The blue behind the green,
The spring after every winter,

You've got me attached to you with strings,
Puppet is what you've made me,
Let me go, oh you I'm tired of your play,
Let me sprout my wings and fly high,

They say dream, but no one taught me how to,
The world becomes larger and scary,
What was the purpose of all these years?
You entwined me into your play,
Asking me to dance to your beats,
Oh I did dance and I get nothing now,

Tell me what is all this for,
Show me the reason,
Show me the way,
The darkness scares me,
But I want to fly, fly high up in the infinite sky.
-Anu🦄

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