Fly, I dream to fly.
I dream to fly higher than anyone, soaring over mountains,
oceans, space, time itself.
My wings have been clipped.
I can't fly, how can I?
Can I soar like before?
I lay on the ground looking at the sky.
The animals of the earth mock me.
My wings shrivel.
It has been so long since I have soared I can't remember.
How do I fly? How do I soar? How do I leave the animals behind?
I once had beautiful wings, they had potential unlike anyone else.
Then the small humans poked me, kicked me, tore my heart out.
I couldn't escape.
The humans clipped my wings and locked me away.
I am stuck in a gilded cage.
It is only gilded. Only beautiful on the outside.
I dream to soar.
I watch the sky every day, hoping, wishing, wanting
more than anything to fly again.
I look at my wings and they are full! Or are they?
It was all in my mind.
Now that I can fly,
I wont land.
I'll fly higher, soar farther than anyone before.
Can I learn to fly?
- Title: Clipped
- Artist: PrincessRose1318
- Description: A poem about how I am trying to find my true potential after all of the bullying that occurred in middle school and all of the teachers that made me believe that I cant do anything for myself.
- Date: 09/03/2012
- Tags: clipped