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A Confined Bird
A Confined Bird
By: Ciara Isaac
Why is it that if I were to be a bird.. that I am not free?
Confined..
I limit myself with boundries upon borderlines in which I shall not fly across
Confined..
Wanting to feel the love of another.. something only an ugly duckling could possibly ever understand..
Confined..
Having always wanting attention.. but with good intentions.. and sadly.. I am begining to think others believe that those intentions are a false pretense defined maliciously within bare reach of the lies others can no longer believe
Confined...
Truthfully however, within my reach that being a bird confined.. is a bird that need not tell a lie .. and may now be the time to let this young bird cut the line of the limits I have let myself be defined
Confined..
*BANG*
no...
Now my spirit is alive
Fly away little bird.. fly
Hmm?
See my only thing is I haven't attempted to write a poem in long form like sentences. Mine are more like a few words each line hahaha o_O To leaving you guessing I guess haha oh wow :P
"Sometimes I wish Upon a Star with the clouds Far behind..." - Isreal K 'Somewhere over The Rainbow'