Bird In A Cage
Bird in a Cage
Looking through the window,
watching as the world seems to pass her by
Like a bird in a cage I can feel the silent rage,
reflected in her eye
Staring into the distance behind the smile,
I see the truth written on her face
What lies he told, what dreams he sold,
have now sunk without a trace
She draws the courage, summons a smile,
but deep inside she feels so strange
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown,
she can only hope that her life will change.
Who clipped Merri’s angel wings
and told her that the stars were out of reach?
She remembers her latin,
per ardua ad astra,
looking out over the Azove beach
In her mind she soars like a golden eagle
with a gust of wind beneath her wings.
But like the well that’s capped,
her soul feels trapped,
but still lifts her heart and sings.
The voice of an angel crying out
echoes around the valley of the emerald sands.
She prays the dreams which live in the belly of her soul,
may one day be held in her hands.
Copyright Taun A. Richards 2016