I want to go back to the sky.
You clipped my wings when I was a butterfly.
Escapism through the words I write.
Everything else is controlled by what you like.
I wanted more from life.
You wanted a better wife.
Oh but now I cannot fly.
Though everyday I silently try.
I know what it feels like to be a shadow.
An echo of your booming voice, I know
I cant break your freezing wall of snow.
But there's rebellion in the songs I write on the piano.
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Author:
maybeiwriteabit (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About a woman with a controlling partner, finding hope through her songs on the piano.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Good writing )) that’s so sad .. nobody should be controlled . I guess we need to find a way to release our feelings if in such a place .
Thankyou! I'm so glad you liked it :).
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