Your words are a poison,
distorting given love.
This home is a prison,
restricting an open soul.
But my wings are mine to keep,
protected from your wrath,
and I was not born to be a captive,
no matter your resolve.
I dream of my own freedom,
that air beneath my wings;
such promises a light to banish
your prowling demons
into the depths of their own sins.
One day you’ll leave this cage unlocked
and I will fly.
Oh how I will fly.
Callum McLaughlin 
Nice poem!
Thank you very much!
You’re welcome!
It sent chills down my spine. I loved the rebellious nature of this poem, and as usual the many layers that are a pleasure to uncover. It has a light of empowerment that I particularly enjoyed 🙂
You took all that I could have hoped for from this piece. Thank you for the kind words 🙂
It’s my pleasure 🙂 I always look forward to reading your poems; they’re like a little treat I get to unravel and savour.
What a lovely thing to say 🙂
You have really such an incredible way with words 🙂
Thank you, that’s very flattering 🙂