I was wild
Had little control
When I was brought in they said
I talked to birds and butterflies.
Made pictures they called incident
The words they used confused, abused
It’s only you wee friend they said
Time moved on as it’s apt to do
They grew names teachers turned our minds anew
Whenever an old or different thought came to our head
Listen to what we say first that is what they said
So here I am released a man your youth
Inside abides:a part of me is dead
I graduated now to search for truth
To filter through this head those things they said
Turn wings to bright stars
It’s there while there is still time
Deb Hirt on August 28, 2016:
Few understand the nature of true freedom like some do. It is a different plane altogether.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 21, 2016:
teaches12345 on August 17, 2016:
It is difficult when people do not understand a free spirit and how much they need to express themselves differently. Great poem!
Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on August 17, 2016:
Thought-provoking poem! Thanks for sharing it.