Blue, Blue Sky
Sadness drowning me into the depths of the ocean as the sun glistens above me. The white clouds peacefully floating in the air while the Blue Jays dance with them. Now I grasp pain and misery. If I could learn to fly I would never return here. Feelings I held on are now turning into words. Trying to break free from this dream in a world unknown. Wanting to break free and fly into the blue, blue sky. The rusted, old window broke. Sick of looking at the cage I was thrown in, I break free and throw it away without ever looking back again. The throbbing beat in my chest takes my breath away, but I fly out the window and take off. I can't fall now when I'm so close to touching the white cluds in the blue, blue sky. No more am I the Blue Jay with a broken wing nor unable to fly into happpiness.
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