I am too well acquainted with asking permission,
for if breathing weren't mandatory I would stutter
before every inhale,
holding still until granted
human decency.
My heart vibrates to the bassline,
the dirty, pungent undertones
of acceptance,
but it shall never be enough,
I am immovable.
Freedom comes once in a blue moon,
a fleeting thought, quickly silenced,
a squandered opportunity,
my phantom hands reaching,
unable to grasp anything of substance.
I shall lay here for an eternity,
and perhaps in the ever after,
I will gain the strength to fly away,
a solemn dove amongst the clouds,
at peace at last.
About the Creator
Jade Hadfield
A writer by both profession and passion. Sharing my stories about mental health, and my journey to becoming a better writer.
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