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. One of them was Bird With A Broken Wing.
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.