Trapped
I was always that kid who was in everybody else's way.
A waste of space, just another mouth to feed.
The one who was told I could never do anything right.
And, I was blamed for everything that was wrong.
The one who was told I would never amount to anything in life.
That I was good for nothing.
I was trapped.
Imprisoned in my own world like a goldfish in a bowl.
Swimming endlessly in circles, and no where to go.
Knowing that there was more out there than this.
But, no access to it.
I was trapped.
Caught in a glass jar like a summer firefly.
With no hope of release.
Forced to let my green glow fade out, like all of my dreams.
All the while, screaming as loud as I could, yet hearing nothing.
I was trapped.
Then, one day, years later, I found my release.
Poetry.
I had never known such freedom.
I was now able to escape, and go wherever my pen could take me.
But, more recently I found myself trapped once again, within this freedom.
Which, I am desperately trying to break free of now.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013
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