They’ve clipped my wings
It’s for my good, they say
Fury bubbles up from deep within
Threatening to burn all within its path
I can’t breath
I can’t move
These chains are so heavy
I’m so weary from fighting them
It’s for my good, they say
But they don’t know me
Give me space
Let me fly
I might wobble a bit at first
But I can do it, if you’d just let me try
Believe in me
Let me try
Give me a chance
It might not look like you think it should
But I’d rather be me
Than who you think me should be
This poem is dedicated to every teenager who thinks their parents don’t understand their journey from a caterpillar to a butterfly.
Stream of Hope 
Love, love, love, love, love this. I’m going to have to share it with a bunch of teens in my world 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words! Have a great day!
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This is awesome and so very very accurate! We all go thru that caterpillar to butterfly transition and it’s not an easy one, and later in life they get to transition again! Beautifully written.
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Thanks, Deb! Seems like change – in whatever form it may take, isn’t easy at the time but usually always produces something beautiful in the end.
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Yes! 🙂
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I love this, both the metaphoric meaning and the literal. So beautiful!
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Thank you. Have a blessed day!
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You’re welcome, and you too!
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