I am like a turtle, slow and vigilant.

but my soul yearns to be a bird

flying gracefully in the sky, without a worry in the world.

yet I'm stuck on the ground, while my anxiety festers and grows.

I wish I could feel the wind in my feathers as I fly through the cool spring breeze

but I will never expirience that.

because I'm nothing more than a turtle.

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