These white walls cage me,
I am the bird
in your rickety cage
one with no doors;
no windows;
nothing but your mismatched furniture
thrown in forcefully
sitting at peculiar angles
attracting only mere particles of dust.
I am also just an addition,
to your collection.
You hoard my emotions,
collect them in jars that were once
filled to the brim with sweet jam.
Once again it remains me only,
suffocated by the air around my figure
that hugs me like my mother used to
wrapping me and blanketing me.
But it doesn't feel comforting,
like my mothers arms do.
It's like a constant reminder
that I have been reduced to
nothing but a lonely figure with a weak heart
that beats only because it has to.
I will wait,
until these feathers of mine
grow back in perfect order.
So that I can spread my wings,
and fly off into the world.
The world I was unable to explore,
the world I never knew.
I will tirelessly flap my wings,
plummeting my figure
through the dark front you created
and powerfully charge through the darkness you enveloped me in.
No longer will I be your birdy,
the one you locked up.
I will return to who I was before that
and the happiness will surge through my veins
as I realise that
I am finally free.
YOU ARE READING
Starry night skies (completed)
ŞiirUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
