Cigarettes and coffee have been morning rituals for far too long
There comes a time when change is cruel but so far out there
It’s hard to reach out of the ways that I’ve grown
I’m crying from the bottom
Screaming
Please let me out
The mirror of blame hurts
I break these pains
I break these chains
My heart is crying
It’s time for a change
I am heard
Hear me roar
I am a bird
Free like before!!!!
This is like a super powerful anthem! At the beginning of the poem, the narrator seems to feel trapped but then there is change and that brings freedom. Love the bird imagery at the end!