Shackles Up Ones Destiny Poem by Timothy Walker

I am a blooming flower who's pedals have been shook
This soil i rest in is containing all my hopes and dreams trapped in a vortex never to come about.
Deep inside of my stem is a cage where the crows nest in and make their dent upon me.
Unable to soar kept down by this soil, I see my horizon moving further and further away.
Its just a sky of great despair on my part where do I stand now.
But not to worry the time of spring has come to cherish new hopes and dream.Time is only a virtue for which it never stops for no one.