*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.