Clipped Wings- Poetry

Clipped Wings ~

You feel defeated . . .

But, you are not.

You feel broken . . .

Your wings have just been clipped-

You will fly again someday . . .

And span the full circumference,

That measures every inch-

The desires your heart invites.

Being broken is a feeling,

And will fade in the meantime . . .

Give your wings the chance to grow-

Before you cease to hope-

For the coming flight ~

Journal Entry, April 10th- morning before work:

This morning, I only want to stay in the bath. I want to stay there forever, and bury my heart and soul beneath the faucet. I am so sick and tired of all these duties, and pointless tasks. I just want to go where I can be myself, and no longer have to role-play.

I want it to all just go away. My feelings are unlimited, and complex. They require observation. Why can I not just sit here in the bath? I'm sick and tired of always having to explain myself. Why can't the world leave me alone? I need time to myself. Please, just make it stop.