Like a bird whose wings have been clipped
No longer feeling that freedom
That blissful endless energy that courses through its being
The longing for that feeling of once was
The answer so simple, right in plain view
Forever sitting waiting and wishing for it’s wings to come back again.
That stuck, hopeless, empty feeling
Your heart, sitting in front of you and you don’t even recognize it anymore.
Taking that freedom, and having to gain it all back on your own again.