A POEM
It’s not what I have read
What I have felt,
Words not said or loss of thy bread.
It is how it speaks to me
How it flows into a million ponds and then it’s gone.
I wish it would never leave.
I want to grasp it in my own two hands,
But every time I try it slips through my fingers.
I feel as though I am a lost memory walking through forgotten lands
Never to be seen again.
I want to be saved, to follow my dreams.
Just free me from this cage
For it never seems to open for me.
I scream for it to open
So my wings can finally stretch and catch the wind
I feel from behind these bars and
Finally I can fly!
But even so,
I doubt these wings can do their job.
Their broken, and tattered
Abused by those who put me here.
I’ve forgotten how to fly and I’m scared
Will I remain here forever just watching those words disappear?
Why am I here?
Why lock a bird away?
Why cut her wings and tare
Away her dreams?
I will never fly, for why?
Why lock a bird in a cage when you know it can fly?