Member Poem

When a dream slips from your hands
And it falls on the cement
You can feel your heart shatter
Longing for the bitter end

Bird trapped in a rusty cage
And it keeps calling for help
Bangs its head on the floor
Yearning for the things it felt

When I was a nestling
When I was a child
I could feel my heart resting
And my conscience running wild

When I was a child
I was always at peace
The air caressing my hair
The sweat on my bare skin

I would reach the mountain top
I would take in all the air
Now I'm stressed and asthmatic
Now I'm deep in my despair

I miss playing with the boys
I miss being one of them
I miss being young and innocent
With no weight on my chest

I could taste my damn freedom
Until you came in the room
Said you needed my breath
And I gave it all to you

Now I pant and pant and pant
Now I choke, I hurt, I pray
Hurting more every second
Getting heavier every day