the daughter you abide


in the midst of loneliness
a comfort I can't reach
it seemed more than illness
I can't even step on the breach
unless their eyes oversee

I'm twenty-one not sixteen
whatever happened was history
they have no idea of my recent story
either how they will intervene

freedom. . .
I long for you
when will my parents lose fearsome
accept that I can face conundrum
yes! I made mistakes
that I never regret I take
it's a choice I'm responsible
an episode I'd love to replay

I died, the daughter you abide
because of you who confide
the person who wants to glide
wings are now retired
as my soul who is now tied
somebody bail me now, before I take the last ride

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