Hidden Within
I'm not always sure I want to continue on
awaiting another painful dawn
alarm clocks blaring to start a tedious day
what can I say
it doesn't sound fun
would it be easier if I was done?
I have many friends behind the screen
but none in person to hear me scream
only the dust to see my tears
encased and trapped in all my fears.
I sprawl my words onto the page,
desperate to unlock this iron cage
I know she is deep inside
she comes and goes like the flowing of the tide.
Her strong and beaming rays,
while I live- no survive day to day
my doubts are saying it was just a phase
but somewhere I know
she will regain her glow
she will stop caring what they think
push those fears to the brink
stand strong with my head held high
soul ready and free to fly,
but there is no wind to glide on,
air think like the panic in my chest
all I can do is dream at best
waiting for that day the wind comes and takes my hidden wings to flight
waiting for the day that I can stand on my own and fight
for the day where it's my time to sore.
whenever that day is.
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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