Wishes Poem by Sarah Persson

What was it there inside my head?
The thoughts I'd had but never said,
The dreams I'd held within my sights
And yet still many lonely nights.

Thoughts of what I'd strive to be
And then succumb to "Woe is me",
Not one for want of sympathy
But more the need of curing me.

Can I stay locked inside this cage
And watch the world in passive awe?
Perhaps one day I'll have my say,
My fears, my tears, will be no more.

Tranquility will come my way,
Most kindly on warm summer days,
I'll sit and feast on the merriment of song,
Of birds calling out to the loves that they long.

A penny for the thoughts I raise
Interpretation, lost in a haze,
Mind's cruelty passes through my days,
In nothing more than vulgar ways.

To tame my soul, I wish I could,
To be the soul I know and trust,
I'm trapped within this mental cage,
I freedom wished, to come of age.

Wish I may and wish I must,
No one should wish this often, this much.