I look to the sky,
Golden light and azure canvas.
My wings, lift me, towards clouds,
freedom, insurmountable!
I aim mighty and high–
The wind, the air, lift me higher!
Impossible feat, magical feat—
of flight! Taste freedom!
SMACK!
The ceiling.
Feathers and dandruff
haze the crystal clear surface
of the sky.
I'm plummeting,
falling- flightless-
caged.
such is the fate
of birds in glass castles.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
