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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Forever and Ever

*Not very well written*

Three tears, two years, one fear

Thoughts wrap around an unsuspecting throat like a rope of broken promises.

Jaw clenched, cheeks drenched, gut wrenched

Apologies bursting from the seams, trying to explain what you mean to me.

I’m sorry this time, temporary goodbye, someday we’ll be fine, just promise for now that you won’t let love die.

I know we can’t talk, but we’re not made of chalk, outlined on the pavement but unable to be washed away.

Fears become real as the seal covering my anxiety snaps and I can’t see.

I just wanted to be happy with you and me, eternity, but now the skies bleed from my insecurities.

So, we hope, in order to cope, with the downward slope of being alone.

Three tears, two years, one fear

I’ll see this through, wait for you, I love you times two.

Drought

They asked me who I talk to

being home-schooled with no social media.

They did not believe me when I said,

“I talk to blank pages

and through the characters I read about.”

They asked if I ever get lonely

So I spoke,

“All the time;

When ink dries up,

words won’t spill,

and pages run out.

I am most alone when

my mind is starved of words

written or typed upon paper.

That is when it is the worst;

When the river of literature dries up,

and my mind is suffering the heatwave of thoughts

during a summer’s drought.”