Clipped

I sit through the night

and mourn for the past,

the dreams I once had

at 18 they’d been cast.

I listened one day

to all the wrong things,

I never fought back

so they clipped off my wings.

I want something more

I knew it back then,

but what on earth happened?

my dream changed with them.

Now in deep sadness

unsure of myself,

nothing’s gone well

I am a tough sell.