I truly am trying To lift the weight in my chest Throwing away the shackles Be patient, I may yet decide to be free I really do want To unfurl my fragile, unused wings Beat up to the sky And fly Away from this frame of mind And yet the fear That I have worn as a blanket And as a straightjacket Still holds me In a death grip embrace
Genre
Wow--
Creepy! :)
Unlike most of your poems, this one felt slightly disconnected. Which, actually, was nice for a change! Instead of being the person in your poems, you're watching this happen to them. And it's neat!