One of the poems I submitted for Pen, Pencil, and Brush contest in my school.

I folded my wings

And you clipped them in place.

You said that I’m banned

To spread them again.

I retreated and left

But now I’m broken,

Nothing will be the same.

The true me is now on a cage.

I walked and breathe,

I wander but I’m not living.

When hands reach out

I shudder and cringe.

When I hear a voice,

I cry myself to sleep.


Submitted: June 08, 2014

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