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I am a broken voice box
on a dusty shelf
because I couldn't express myself
in words you understand.

I told you there was beauty in the complexity,
in discovery and secrets.
That everything didn't have to fit
and that dreaming was how I lived.  

I gave myself fairy wings and surfed the clouds
past the edge of the map;
Fell into another world,
freedom.

My cheek still has the scar,
from when you hauled me to dry land
and told me I had to breathe air now;
Imagination was reserved for children
and that my toy box was empty.

You were an anchor I had no need for
and I think I'm still
drowning in that shattered innocence.

I don't want to be a tree;
I want to be a bird.
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Broken Voiceboxby madameshadowenn

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse©2012-2014 madameshadowenn
Sometimes, I feel like I'm not ready to grow up...
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dreamsinstatic Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012
Your fantastic work has been featured in Friday Night Features.
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messie2624 Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I hear you...
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