I am, I was.
I was afraid to speak my mind
I kept my thoughts to myself.
A quiet mouse.
A lonely wolf wandering through
the restless night. With no way out of their deadly, poisonous thoughts.
A bird without no wings enwrapped in deadly
vines sprouting from my mind.
I was.
I was that. Now
I am a garden of flowers not weeds.
A lone wolf no more. I found my pack. I found my howl.
I found my wings and got rid of this things that kept me trapped
Now, I soar through sky and to the future that lays in my path.
I was. I am.