"In the quick sand of living, I swam and I swam, each footstep a face, telling me, I'm not acceptable as I am. I sunk to the floor, my essence was dissolving, repressed, suppressed, I wasn't evolving. Face after face, telling me the same thing. ‘That's life' ‘That's the way it is'. Just like a Robin being told it's not allowed to sing. Restrictions. Past Conditionings. Societies Standards. Prepare for work. They said, you're not supposed to be happy, you're supposed to just ‘get by'. But in the midst of these rules and restrictions, I was just being told I wasn't allowed to fly. Just like a Robin, I will keep singing my song. Because, what is more important, expressing your inner melodies to the depths of the deepest blue, regardless of whether anyone is there to know it or just getting by with no you to be known? You can get by, you can live a lie, you can scream, you can shout, you can roar, you can cry but the only way to really know freedom…is to fly."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem