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Bird On The Wing
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Bird On The Wing |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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She chooses her words carefully now Her life, discontent Wondering where it all slipped away, Where it all went She fashions for herself a cage, gilded And tells herself secret lies Wrapping them around her to please the mind, As long as it gets her by She pretends the present is the past For her present is a mess At night she lays her down to sleep, But her eyes look to the west She imagines a better man for herself The love with the lust In hands that can never feel again, The gold gathers dust She waits for something, but can’t describe Just a yearning within And every time she speaks of happiness, From her lips, shedding skin She wishes she was somewhere other than In her ornamental cage, gilded Yet knows who captured and perched her there, Her own actions built it She wishes not to break the cage, but fly unfettered And everyone to listen as she sings So as to lift her up into the wind to soar, As a bird upon the wing [This message has been edited by Chalmette Guy (10-14-2009 10:55 AM).] |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I love the contrast between the beginning and the end... the reality and what she wishes. *S* You write a wonderful tale, my friend... beautiful work! |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
And tells herself secret lies Wrapping them around her to please the mind, Been there, done that- I wish mine were a gilded cage, but it was more guilted. You hit a nerve. glad I pulled up those roots and moved on. You really nail those feelings! |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read  |
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