Waiting for the Wind

The caprice of nature is that it gives all birds wings;

It tells them to fly; It tells them to sing.

None can be sure why it weights some with stone;

Perhaps, it follows orders from some ancient tome.

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What did the bird do when pinned to the ground?

As those did before her, she made not a sound.

And so life became prison, a safe haven gone wrong.

She dreamed a dream gone by; she lost her own song.

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She lived what she learned, and held tight to the shame.

For this life was her choice; there was no one to blame.

Time stops for no one; months pass then years,

Days spent pretending and nights filled with tears.

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As slowly she learned the bars were not gold,

But brass plated lies, nothing good to behold.

When brass faded to iron, she kicked at the gate,

Determined at last to live life and not wait!

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Yet on the ledge she perches, unable to take flight,

She knows without wind, she would sooner alight.

So she gazes to the heavens; she longs and she pines;

There's naught to do but hope the wind comes in time.

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At least the door is open.