Without Your Direction Poem by Rachel Henley

Without Your Direction



</>Your love is a tender vice grip,
Gripping onto things that aren't yours to control.
Suffocating me from the air I want to breathe,
Making me persue the dreams of your soul.
I desperately cling onto the edge of freedom,
I want to make mistakes, to learn without your hand.
Don't clone me into false perfection,
Let me live and to be who I am.

Each day I fight for my own soul,
Because you are waging a war with me,
To conquer mine with your own.
Mother, you fail to see beyond your dreams,
And with this gaze, you overlook me.
You do love me, I do not doubt your affection.
But please, Let me live.
Let me live, Without your direction.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 06 November 2011

Great poem, realy enjoyed reading it. Good write. May i invite you to read my poem called, running wolf.

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