Sometimes I feel like a bird without wings,
unable to fly; no strength to glide,
no way to escape, emotions hidden inside.
Like a bird I was born to soar
and fly through the winds of challenge.
I was born to spread my wings
and rise to the greatest of altitude
accelerating through the skies of capability
but when unrecognized becomes my ability
I become captured and sunken,
held down and broken.
And everyone walks around me
wondering why I won’t fly
they stare at me with concerned eyes
but seldom do they see the hidden tears
because I shield them –
I shield them behind the bars of constructed fears
that hold me to the ground
stuck in place
and feeling like a bird without wings.
© 2010 by Tarringo T. Vaughan.
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