The Cage

You grew so impatient

Your wings violently flapped

You outgrew the cage

In which you felt trapped

Not ready to fly

But so determined to try

My weak explanation

Met your tears of frustration

The world was simply not ready for you.

I relished the moment of

peaceful reprieve

When I heard you continue

To laugh and to sing

A song not as strong

Nor quite as long

And I caught a glimpse of distortion

Wings out of proportion

You so desperately clipped

Your attempting to fit

In a cage much too small

For a bird much too tall

How does one process another one’s pain?

A stiff upper lip, stoic, and vain?

My comfort lie in that cold my distant frost

I couldn’t admit my compass was lost

My pathetic inability

To display vulnerability

Wings out of proportion

My world in distortion

A reflection displayed

A bird trapped in her cage

Her invisible bars rusty with age.

Then days turned to months

and the months turned to years

And we sought the advice of an inquisitive breed

One taught to listen and not just to read

The key you located

You unlocked your cage

First the left wing, then the right

Wings flapped and shook in sheer delight!

You relished this newfound autonomy

Living your life, living cage free.