As I lounge on a beach chair
Heart sunglasses upon my face
I watch as bluejays fly about
Landing on telephone wires
Wishing I could sprout wings
To take to the sky
Perhaps even join their flock.
If not I'd fly
Until I reached the sun
While I watch the birds
Flit about a feeling
Of envy floods my soul
That these beautiful fowl
Are able to come and go
As they please.
Yet I sit here chained
To the ground of people
By my wingless body
Feeling as if a poacher
Had clipped my wings
Confining me to a gilded cage
To live the life of a song bird.
Though I wish to be free
I would not survive
As the years have past
I've grown accustomed
Within my confinement
Yet it doesn't mean
I don't wish to be free.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
