Beaten down, mocked at, Struggled hard dragged back.

Beaten down, mocked at,
Struggled hard, dragged back.
I ran away,
For miles, I ran,
To Escape it all,
To Start afresh,
I ran.
But When I looked around,
Everything was the same,
Is the same.

All this time,
I was fixed at the sae spot,
Fixed under the weight of old things,
The people, the memories.
Fixed at the same spot,
Nothing was moving,
Is moving,
Am I alive?

But I heard a voice,
I trusted the longing and took control.
So, I Unchained, Unweighted,
Unloaded, Unmade,
All that I was,
And flew away,
High and higher.
To me,
The real me.

Won't you also fly high free bird?
Jasleen (the.winged.soul)