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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The Upside in Falling

I find something so beautiful in falling.

Flying in reverse, cool wind rushing,

freeing the hair from your eyes so you

can see the birds land on the green

trees surrounding you. Adrenaline

grabs your heart and allows you to

feel something once more before you

reach the ground, sending you into

silence after a three minute eternity.