Breakaway (Poem) in My Story

I wish I could shatter the silence.
Be the voice to the forgotten.
To stand up.
To be more than I am.
I was that girl sitting on a window sill
with her knees bent in,
Hoping I could chase the wind
And to become the realities I thought were dreams.
Faced fears beyond years of age,
Suppressed,
Made quiet,
Cut off from the world.
Windows nailed shut,
My spirit dampened by the reality of a normal life.
Breakaway,
Breakaway,
Breakaway.
Outlook the distance beyond my eyes,
What’s my future,
What do I have in store?
The sun sets and all dreams flee,
Yet to come,
Should my feet make a break,
My spirit sprint,
Forever…Breakaway.