What life is to me?

Well mostly a pain in the ass..

But once the clouds are gone en the sun is out.

Secretly I quite love it..

Monday, 18 April 2011

Wings

I keep longing and longing for that moment to spread my wings and fly away..

I feel captured, locked..
I feel like a baby..
One that keeps getting forced to hold her parents hands..
A baby girl that can't eat on her own..

I'm tired of other people trying to be responsible for me.
I can take care of myself.
And when I need help, I know how and where to get it.

Leave me alone..
Let me go..

I'm so tired..
I can't sleep enough to catch up..

I feel emotionally drained.
I cry about almost everything..

And there's only on person who can save me.
But it's just impossible..

For now

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful. I just stopped in after seeing your blog name, it's so unique and fabulous! This poem is breathtaking. You're truly talented! I hope you still blog from time to time and add a few more because I'd definitely stop in!

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