Samreen Chowdhury

Helpless.

Fighting for me has now become an addiction.

fighting and fighting for the rights of others around me,it's not a good feeling nor is it fun.

good morning. I've had a wrecked and sleepless night  but I look forward to every single day.

I glare into the window and watch the freedom of birds,I pray that I become a bird one day. 

My soul is controlled but my emotions are awakened.

taking a deep breath. In and out,slowly. I could hear the rustling sounds of winds through my throat.

curling my medium sized fists,vibrating my nails in anger,

my vision changes into blurs.

a stream of tears.

 

Comments2

  • WL Schuett

    Beautiful sentiment samreen put into poetry ... hope you become the bird you want to be , but I think you're already there

  • rrodriguez

    I hope everything changes for you. I wpnder why the anger? Be strong! Thank you for sharing.

    • Samreen Chowdhury

      Anger is one of the strongest emotion I have deep within me,anger controls my instincts and all my actions. Thankyou for your motivation,I appreciate it!



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