The World Is My OysterA Poem by justapoetess
They tell me that the world is
my oyster but I often wonder to myself: is it really? They ask me to spread my wings wide and just fly, letting nothing weigh me down; but haven’t they seen that my wings are clipped and their own droning voices rest heavily on my shoulders, pulling me down from the sky that they say is limitless? And don’t they see that I do not want to get lost in an endless expanse of the sky, where I would find no escape from them, and which is crowded with a million others that they have subtly forced into a restricted flight? And don’t they see that all I now want is to drown in the peaceful serenity that the ocean offers, where the sun rises from and sinks into and where the sky meets the earth? But they never did know how to let go, and they have me so beat that succumbing to the blue waters is beyond what I’m capable of anymore and so I let them pull my strings and let them fly me like a kite and let them tell me that the world is my oyster and just quietly wonder to myself: is it really? © 2015 justapoetess |
StatsAuthorjustapoetessIndiaAboutI'm a 17 year old girl. Being an avid reader, reading and writing are my passions. I dig classics all the way. I love Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte way too much. I'm still figuring myself out.. more.. |