My Dream

My dream is as silent as falling snow

The hope for a more free tomorrow

A desire locked within a cage

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Growing but held back

Yearning for light but being puffed out

It wonders in darkness

Defending itself

Screaming only never to be heard

It stands at the ready

Prepared to defend

Against an army so strong

The fight never ends

And when I look around

Nobody in sight

With the strength I have

 Refusing to cry

I look again

To find my friend

A cold harsh reality

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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