Flying Away Poem by Cleo A. Fletcher

I'm stuck in the serene, being no ones queen.
I feel like I'm falling, and nobody's calling.
I'm ready to pout, I want to cry out.
Im standing here bare, but nobody cares.

I'm mentally broke, no sound in my throat.
My fears come to face, alone in this place.
Dark and dry, cannot seem to cry.
So I yell and scream, and not daring to dream.

I'm feeling alone, no one to phone.
Mentally blocked, people have talked.
Having no control, being put in a role.
don't want to try, but I don't want to die.

Being devalued, pegged as hollowed.
Being retarded, by the garbage I've started.
It's all in my head, these feelings I dread.
Self-discovery's key, I must find me.

Where should I start, should it be at my heart?
I tried this before, but I didn't get very far.
I'll do it again, and see where it ends.
With angels sent, today will be different.

The way that I feel, will not be sealed.
I'll not hold my tongue, I will not run.
I'll not be set in my ways, nor live in yesterdays.
I'll shine once again, it is not the end.

Finding my light, shining so bright.
It's burning true, and I'm no longer blue.
Living for today, finding the way.
No hiding anymore, found my wings to soar.

co-written by Rebecca K.