Form: Pantoum
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay |
I Will Never Yield
I was born with wings
But I must learn to fly.
No one pulls my strings;
I will reach the sky.
I must learn to fly,
And I know I’ll prevail.
I will reach the sky:
My wings are not so frail.
I know that I’ll prevail;
I will throw off these chains.
My wings are not so frail,
And I will rise again.
I will throw off these chains:
I’m broken but I’m healed,
And I will rise again,
And I will never yield.
I’m broken but I’m healed,
And no one pulls my strings,
And I will never yield,
For I was born with wings.
I want to cheer and cry. This poem is like an episode of 'This is us'
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