Thy Kingdom Come
My life is like a jail
boarded and barred by those soul consuming rails
I want to be set free like the eagles in the sky
but in this hell I can not tell a truth from a lie
I built up my walls only for it to be torn down
I thought in my world I ruled with a crown
Yet I am a slave among nobles and monarchs
forced to be a joker in their courts
Shackles and chains on my arms and legs
watching them drink themselves silly with beer filled kegs
A snake in the grass, don't tread on me
a cocoon hanging from a sycamore leaf
I shield my heart from this cruel world
my secrets I keep, not a soul to tell
Soon a butterfly with wings to fly free
but I still have to fight for at first my wings are wet
the eyes on my wings like a bullet proof vest
I will soar
But first I have, I have, to dry my wings and take that first step off this leaf
and travel on the winds of my destiny
Copyright © Braneesha Herring | Year Posted 2015
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