soaring high, dreaming
more, no one had told the bird
Sky is the limit
Penning thoughts of what you are feeling how can I? A few days when in material comforts life's essence was changing he was dying I felt shattered I had so much still family, and love, and home what happens when you lose it all? Do you lose yourself too? Enslaved, Uncertain Years on returning home they call it a rescue Am I happy? What am I returning to, I have a home? ©Nimi Arora Prompt by and Shared with- Poets United Midweek Motif - Human Trafficking
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