I was a bird in a cage
where I can't spread my wings.
I was thrown in a sea of waste
where I felt being worthless.
I was shot more than once
to the point I can't stand.
Now I am free from captivity.
With power but not high and
mighty
Struck down but not destroyed.
Because it doesn't matter what
the adversity is.
What matters,is how you deal
with it.
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Unspoken Words
Poetryrandom poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)