Leaving
I have seen the stars
At night, you see.
But it was far away from here.
I would like to go see them again
one day
But my freedom has been replaced
by fear.
I was forced into a place of worry,
Greed, suffering, exhaustion,
Grief, hatred, and fake perfection.
I sat patiently at first,
Unaware of my strength.
But at length I begin to stray
From they path they chose for me.
I thought often of the place with
the stars
And sometimes shed a tear,
Afraid that I couldn't return
Afraid that I was too far.
I am tired now
And wish to rest my eyes
Upon a place of such beauty
And peace.
But they won't let me leave.