freedom

[mary g]

the sun rises,heralding the start of a new day

spreading hues of orange in the dim sky

i wake up to my mothers shoutings

her shrill voice piercing through my soul

she says"why arent you awake,GO AND STUDY".

i sigh in exasperation,i know that there is

no use in retaliation.

i have to succumb to reality

i am a prisoner in my own home

my mother being the strict jailor.

each day i hatch a plan to escape'

each day i dream of a life,

a life with no fights,a life  with freedom to do

as i wish;

a life without fear or worry

where i can cease to hear my mother's naggings.

i know ican never escape as much as i try.

all i can do is hope that i can escape

from her feirce clutches some day or the other.

[mary g]

this wasnt exactly meant to be a poem i just wrote some of my thoughts down...thats all\