FREEDOM WITHIN PRISON WALLS
My stride is slow
Hoping none will notice the strings
That dangle slyly from my back.
Holding folded prismatic feathers
That line the shadowed wings.
Will I be exposed? Perhaps blotted out?
Hated for the subtle difference
Only my eyes have seen.
Or so I think...
Others may have spotted me,
The cotton thread that binds me
Trailing at my calves as I walk.
How many have stooped-
Fingers grazing the gum-stained sidewalk
To caress the opal colored strands
Of a trampeled feather
Bent and broken
Mirroring the spirit of an unknown owner?
They whisper a sigh in mockery as they shed
Drifting slowly on gentle breezes
Each time the tears threaten
To flood the blue within my eyes.
Would it be murder
Or perhaps a cleansing
To slice that delicate flesh?
Destroy these wings
Destroying me...
No need to fly when only pain it brings.
It's so much easier to hide
Behind two blood-stained nubs
Than an eternity within a cloak
Of precious silver velvet...
Hoping none will notice the strings
That dangle slyly from my back.
Holding folded prismatic feathers
That line the shadowed wings.
Will I be exposed? Perhaps blotted out?
Hated for the subtle difference
Only my eyes have seen.
Or so I think...
Others may have spotted me,
The cotton thread that binds me
Trailing at my calves as I walk.
How many have stooped-
Fingers grazing the gum-stained sidewalk
To caress the opal colored strands
Of a trampeled feather
Bent and broken
Mirroring the spirit of an unknown owner?
They whisper a sigh in mockery as they shed
Drifting slowly on gentle breezes
Each time the tears threaten
To flood the blue within my eyes.
Would it be murder
Or perhaps a cleansing
To slice that delicate flesh?
Destroy these wings
Destroying me...
No need to fly when only pain it brings.
It's so much easier to hide
Behind two blood-stained nubs
Than an eternity within a cloak
Of precious silver velvet...