Done Being Stuck.

I can't do shit here.

It's like I'm stuck in a mere

fearful situation

encompassing

minimum freedom with

maximum limitation.

 

Everyone here is waiting

and remembering.

Their best days are

behind them.

Moving forward and 

reaching for change

is regarded as sin.

 

But I am here to 

proclaim, that I will not be

bound by my past.

I will push for better

days, as far as my

soul can possibly last.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741