Getting Out

I sit here as you rant
Above me as you yell
You’re tearing out my soul
You’re sending me to hell.
Your words they cut right to
The quick as you keep saying
I’m worthless, just a nothing
Inside I’m here just praying.
Please help me get away
From booming vile words
Please free me from my prison
This union’s for the birds.
And finally I rise
I take to my two feet
And with a muted nod
I’m running down the street.
And like a poor caged creature
Who’s pried the bolted door
I take to flight with fledgeling wings
I’m done, you hear! No more!

Getting Out

Ainsley Kellar Creations

Cincinnati, United States

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Reflecting on getting out…

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