Shackles
She is a wild flower unhindered in her ways.
Giving her directions,
I feel I'm turning a banyan tree with all its potentials into a bonsai.
It drains me with guilt but I'm with my own shackles,
The shackles of parenting a child.
Giving her directions,
I feel I'm turning a banyan tree with all its potentials into a bonsai.
It drains me with guilt but I'm with my own shackles,
The shackles of parenting a child.
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