Dreams

Somethings are always hidden

Everytime the kid
aimed for the sky,
She was brought
down by their cry.

Everytime the kid
Packed her bag,
She unpacked it
Hearing them nag.

Everytime the kid
Cleared her throat,
She couldn't voice
Because of their threat.

Everytime the kid
Decided to grow,
She was broken
By the stones they threw.

Everytime the kid
Dared to dream,
She stopped halfway
Listening to them scream.

And Now,

Everytime the adult
Wanted a hand to hold,
The broken kid inside
Decided it's time to unfold.

Unfold the wings
that she had hidden,
And fly to the dreams
That were once forbidden.