Shed these chains

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl longs to fly after watching the birds glide through the air.

Submitted: June 02, 2011

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I don't want this body-
I don't want these looks, these eyes,
this face... I don't want these lips,
these fingers or toes.

Even though I love them, I don't want them.
I want wings.
I want to fly, to believe;
to not sound so naive... when I say this.

But I want more than meets the eye.
I want freedom- adventure.
I don't want to be kept under lock and key...
I want to shed these chains... I have to shed these chains...

Everyday, I peer up at the sky;
watch the clouds pass by... wish I could
reach up and brush my fingers along the silver lining.
But I can't... because I am grounded.

The birds fly with such graceful beauty...
I want to join them, but I am grounded.
My body is my chains... My heart wants to take flight,
but I am forbidden to do so.

Now, I sit in my bathroom floor,
a shard of glass in hand,
doubt and hesitation heavily weighing
down my thoughts and actions.

I don't need this body; I don't want this body!
Hurriedly, I think of all the reasons to continue with my plan...
These chains are weighing me down...
All I want is to fly.

With shaking fingers, I cut a slit in my wrist
and watch, amazed, as a deep river
of blood starts to flow down my arm and puddle at my feet.
My jeans are getting stained, but I wont need them anymore after this.

There are tears in my eyes.
The glass has fallen from my hand and shatters on the hard tile floor.
The blood keeps coming, and suddenly,
I'm not so sure I've made the right decision.

Tears mix with the blood.
The blood continues to rush.
I collapse on the cold floor in the blood and the tears...
My vision is blurring...

Fear clutches my heart and prevents me from inhaling.
My eyes close... I'm laying in glass and blood and tears,
and I don't care.
I can feel my soul slip away... I'm finally flying!

I've shed my chains... I can touch the transparent sky;
Run my fingertips along the clouds,
fly with the birds!
I am experiencing the true essence of freedom...


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