Bird

One day

I’ll become

A bird who flies away

And flees from herself

Who holds me back

From the large free sky

And endless blue

That I want to see

I wish that my heart

Would tell my mind

What I so desperately long to do

 

And who I desperately long to be

This poem is about: 
Me

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