Bird with a broken wing

For years I wrote poetry in an attempt to clear my head and be creative. I entered a few competitions and had 2 or 3 published with Foyle Young Poets, but I never shared them with my family. So I thought I’d post one of my earliest poems here to ask for your opinions! Please be as brutal as you want, honesty is always the best policy.
“They’ve started again,” my sister says

As she crawls into bed.

I pull her close and hug her tight

Their shouting enters my head.
I cannot sleep, so I watch her rest,

Jealous of her peacefulness.

As morning breaks, a bird starts to sing,

And so begins my loneliness.
In school, I listen to my friends

Wittering and chirping away.

They don’t know how much I dread

Going home at the end of the day.
Sometimes I want to fly away;

To laugh and chirp and sing.

But as long as I live with them,

I’m like a bird with a broken wing.

Ktkinnes xx


2 thoughts on “Bird with a broken wing

  1. ‘As morning breaks
    a bird starts to sing
    and so begins my loneliness
    in school I listen
    to my friends’

    A poem can change as you write. Edit, delete, find what is beautiful in it. The above lines are beautiful…so you can write. 🙂

  2. Thanks David! I think I was around 12-13 years old when I first wrote this so decided to post it as I wrote it then. Who knows, maybe I’ll start back into writing poems and editing the ones I’ve already written! x

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