caged in my chest.
You make me remember my wings.
I used to feel safe
in the dark,
in the silence.
But you make me sing.
The world is still lovely,
viewed through my bars.
But the breeze strokes my feathers
when the door is ajar.
The sunlight is warm
and the clouds call my name.
The sky lifts me high.
Through my body
I rise.
My heart is a bird,
caged in my chest.
You make me fly.
2 comments:
You and yer birds and their cages I dunno lol.
"You make me remember my wings"
Nice. This is a really simple but effective line flappy.
"I used to feel safe
in the dark,
in the silence.
But you make me sing"
This is cool because it makes me ponder. used to feel safe in the dark in the silence but you make me sing - Is she not safe anymore because she's had to open her lungs and leave the cage? It's a lovely juxtaposition and really examines (for me anyway) the idea of being imprisoned but liking the safety of the bars. Sometimes the worst prisons we build are not made of stone and all that lol.
"The world is still lovely,
viewed through my bars.
But the breeze strokes my feathers
when the door is ajar"
I really like the repeated but which sets up juxtapositions between what seem to be positive thoughts. The world is still lovely - the breeze strokes my feathers. Both seem quite nice things but that but conveys the confusion of the speaker.
Congats lil miss floaty wings another hit well done. Keep em comin you have a fan base to keep happy now!x
Delightful, on the surface a simple poem but when the surface is scratched such multitudes of depth emerge and I feel for the speakers torment.
Bravo I look forward to reading more.
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