Walking ThroughA Poem by BreeIt's simply a door. And it's been shut tight. For so long I've stared, So many nights I spent dreaming, Of the outside, of the air, How desperately I want to fly, But my wings are bound by my own hands, I've built my cage by my own sweat, Never will I be free until I can let go, I'm my greatest weakness, I'm what is holding me back, What happened to who I was? Something is stirring in the depths of who I am, Something that was buried long ago, In an avalanche of fear and pain, I don't want to spend my life this way, I don't want to be so afraid, I need the tears to stop, What happened to the girl who once so strongly knew, It doesn't matter if you fall, As long as your next step is to get up again, I've tried so many times, Now the words seem so cliche, But still something is changing, I can feel it, I know it's true, Dear God, please save me, You are my key and you've opened my door, Again, please save me, And teach me to walk through. © 2008 BreeAuthor's Note
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Added on April 22, 2008Last Updated on April 22, 2008 |