Poetry

I don’t

want to be trapped in this space where no matter how long I run around.

Nothing seems to get done and I’m going mad and I don’t know  how much  longer I can keep falling and pulling myself back up just to survive with the same results all the time.

I no longer know who I am for I have become this robot doing what they expect me to do.

When all I want to do is run and not look back not even when they call my name .

There isn’t anything left to hold on to I’m at my breaking point and the light that shines in me is dying each and every day.

The need for change is so strong that I can’t keep sitting around waiting for it to come to me.

It’s time to move forward faster than I even thought possible because if I don’t the rope holding me up will snap.

Turning me from a swan to a monster no one can control.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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