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.