4-11-17
I wanted to write a poem about a bird being trapped w/o "trapped" "cage" or "bird" because I felt very trapped and stuck in an unfortunate situation, but thought using hackneyed terms for my emotions would cheapen it.
Light feathers 100 ft. in the sky
Looking down at the ground you've forgot how to fly
Weight of your wings plummets you down
Wish it existed, lowercase g, heavenly crown
The closer it grows you refuse to confess
Anything to anyone, your silent duress
The increasing blurred green comes from the red
"You'll never be able to get me out of your head."
Broken on branches you look where you're from
It's beautiful here but upward gaze numbs
You wish to ascend but your aplomb declines
Your wants and your actions refuse to align
Light feathers together 200 ft. in the sky
Looking up from the ground you watch them fly
