Self love

The caged bird sings

When hope is lost

And the sun begins to set

As time disintegrates into nothing

While you watch the spring bring sorrow

Sorrow and the sirens of warning alerting you

The dangers of the forbidden

Gratefully denying you

Secretly hunting

And mentally betraying

You in something that once was

But no longer finds the means to resurface

And renew

But the caged bird holds on to memories

That seems tampered with

That beings to fade into oblivion

And familiar faces become strangers

Disfigured words become music

Truth becomes Ridgid

The bird feels lied to

In tilted

Lost and confused

And the lack of guidance conveys the impression to have no purpose

No purpose for the bird in the cage

That is suffering endlessly

Where no one can hear

It’s cry, it’s scars, it’s loneliness, its pain

Pain that seems internal

No matter how many relationships

No matter how many intoxicated moments

No matter how much effort that was put in

To something that seems lifeless

The caged bird still sings

Despite the venomous world around it

Slowly the bird learns to accept not what was real but its strength

A strength that no one could fortify

A strength that not only guided but redirects

It’s way

The bird sings its last note in shackled

The cage that seems to suffocate

And drain the life of the bird

Losing its grip

the door of the cage slightly opens

And the bird flies away