Paralyzed Within

Whispers she hears,

white color dressing is felt around,

sheckels of doom hold her to the ground,

unbreakable they are.

Birds greet her in the morning,

they bring blessing of the sun,

but deny her of feeling the heat.

The birds are just playing around,

they don't really care. They are birds.

But for her,

those birds are what she wants to be,

she wants to fly,

she wants to be free,

free of all this misery.

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[The Mysterious Daff]

I identify with this feeling..you described it precisely. where did you take the inspiration from while writing this??