Porcelain fists

With porcelain fists you hit

The solid iron door

With a broken hand you turn

Hunched back and spirit low

Pieces of porcelain 

Lying on the muddy ground

The gentle breeze swiping by

Lifting the pieces to the sky

Reviews

[Fleur-de-lys]

Gorgeous imagery - you truly capture the feeling of trying to break free but feeling yourself breaking apart, unable to truly escape.

[cfix]

Powerful write, deep emotions.
Well writ!