Emotional vomit in the form of rushed poetry

What use are wings to a flightless bird,
       A promise of hope, yet held back?
or a world of beautiful color-
       to a dog who sees only white and black.

Push upon the boulder-
      yet the boulder never moves.
A test, a trial:
       all for one to prove?

Shed these chains and limitations.
Let my feet move free!
Until that blessed moment,
I will never be more than what I be.

Demons drag, the past haunts,
       and anger fills my soul.
How else can it be;
       when we never cam be whole?

Always a trial, a new step to take,
       and we simply label it: life.
yet in reality it is a curse.
A never ending bout of strife.

Yes, we grow, some even come off conquer.
Others, slowly fall, lost to the pain.
Just set me free, I have no more,
       when the fight is more than the gain.

Dark, Despair, Sorrow too,
     follow me around.
Yet deep inside, this broken heart,
       I Do know there is solid ground.

The gain, my salvation.
Priceless when I prove myself true.
yet, how, how and I to achieve this,
       when I can't seem to get over you?

Forgiveness? Compassion?
None of these have you earned.
Still, my heart whispers-
       This is the lesson to learn.

So go your way, away from me,
       and I will conquer still.
because despite what you took from me,
       I will always have my will.

Maybe one day I can wish you happiness,
       but today is not that day.
Instead I pray for y our soul,
       That you may feel and then pay.

Feel the destruction that you left in your wake;
let it seep, burning into your heart
That from this. we might both learn and fix
In hopes of earning a new start.