Broken wing

Sometimes I feel like I am broken. When I try to fly, something holds me down. Then when I fall, I can't get up. No one was there to catch me. I guess this is how far I go. I am stuck in the middle. I just wanted to spread my wing and fly when the wind hit my face—a little piece of peace. But I am a trap like a bird in a cage. My past native has a hold on me. Grab my wing when I am trying to fly high in the sky. How can I be fixed? When are you broken? My heart is bear fast. I don't want to be stuck in a time when everything passes me. I love up to sky god; I am broken. Can you fix me? So I can fly to my happy place when I can be happy and stay there in between two worlds. I need to be free of my past because it holds down my happiness. How can I upgrade myself? So if I get broken again. I can teach my heart to be safe. I am trapped in a cage. My past holds the keys. But my further called me because my happy place was waiting for me. I love the feeling I get when I write from my heart. I can feel all those emotions come out. It was coming from my heart. That is what I know. It is pure. I feel it. I miss that feeling—a feeling of freedom. Because all I want is to be free from all drama. I tried to speed my wing