I have always felt so


like a bird whose wings were clipped

for its own safety

now unsure

where it belongs without its flight.


I’ve always felt


emotions wound

like thread upon a spool

wrapped up and ready,

soon, to snap.


They tell us freedom brings danger

that we shouldn’t step

too far and cross the line

better to hide how we feel

what we want

what we love.


And I fear that

when I fly, untaught

I’ll fall

and face the consequence.

But my wings are broken anyway

I may never see the sky.

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