one day i wake up
i realized
my loving father no longer can
carry me like a princess
although i was still his princess
i saw
my father still holding my hand
but its wrinkled and shaking
i listen
to my mother still doing the morning pray
in the temple
but
with an puja thali
their was stick beside her standing like her best friend
but
still she called me
like she always did
i never felt like
i cannot be
my father chatterbox
my mother gossiper
my sister mischievous
bcs they never let me feel
i no longer can whine about food
i cannot throw tantrum for ice cream
i look left and right
up and down
but still i felt
same love
exact passion
and sense of security
they let me be free bird
exploring the world
but time has gone
i kept
learning
growing
but they were fading slowly
but surely
letting my hand go leaving me in this bizarre look world
where people want me to be cage
to let my soul be to black like
raven flock.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC