I Know Why the Caged Heart Beats

A free heart knows
how it feels to be held,
caressed by gentle hands
who’s only intentions are to nurture
and show how it feels to sing.

A caged heart knows
how it feels to pump
a thousand miles
to the sound of its hurt.

A free heart hears
the sound of silence
and knows its calmness
is not a threat to its health.

A caged heart screams,
drum kits breaking
in the anxious pounding
of the rib-cage bars
holding it in its cell.

The caged heart beats
because it knows the tales
of what could be
if it were to be freed.


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Caged Bird

I am a caged bird,
allowed only to fly
when a test subject for your coal mines.

Do not ask me to sing,
or I will screech until you realize
my golden feathers are worth more
than your safety net.

I am a caged bird,
and I will not sing for you
because I know what lies beyond these walls
and I am saving my voice
for someone who deserves to hear my words.

I have tasted freedom before
and I will wait in silence
for its doors to open for me once more.


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