Severed Wings, such a broken film
You had a beautiful voice, but you couldn't sing.
At times you tend to feel down,
Trying to get up, but struggling on the ground.
Towards those goals, your legs couldn't walk;
Had a voice so profound but could not talk.
But there's that scream inside, that you try to hide,
Became so comfortable being a follower, you hold on so tight.
But your calling is at hand, you can't deny,
Only on yourself you can rely.
Now I don't care if my writing is poor,
Sooner or later I'm breaking down that door.
They told you to stand down, they told you to retreat.
As it feels like you're  fighting towards an inevitable defeat.
Caged by society, it's time to break free;
Express yourself in these poetic melodies.
Your potential is endless, it's time to show em,
Not sure if you noticed, but I vent through my poems.
I write for love,
I write for me,
Exploding Potentials with every symphony.

Tremar Ivey