Appeal

*A poem I started over 4 years ago. I’ll be posting more old poems this week to offer a peak into the past. 

I felt a switch in me that you couldn’t see.

I claimed a name I never knew how to be.

Pressure. Pressure. Pressure.

Embody this idea of femininity and appeal.

These ideas, these ideals, they steal.

A holy love defiled

upon which You once smiled.

I want to run wild

in the purity of grace.

The innocence of a child

with freedom to fall on my face.

This pressure was a cage

I walked into willingly

Thinking if I stayed,

Somehow you would love me.

You cut the noose.

Hallelujah, let me loose.

A caged bird nevermore I’ll be.

I’ll soar the skies forevermore. I’m free.

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