30 September 2009

Caged Bird

My wings strike the cage.
I fight.
Against the entrapment
of my own making.

Why do I do this?
Fight for nothing.
Fight against an
immovable force.

I stop.
Give up.
What's the point?
Fatigue becomes

The fight ends.

The cage door opens.

But I can't move.

The irony.


Bubblewench said...

Love it. Nice piece.

That One said...

I feel your pain. I'm in the cage next door.

hello haha narf said...

this was wonderful.


Michael from dadcation.com said...

So, you're up for parole soon?

sybil law said...

I always knew you were a loony bird. :P
(In all seriousness, I totally relate to this. )

Ashlie- Mommycosm said...

LOVE this - and totally can relate.

Unknown said...

We all have our cages - it's really a question of whether or not the cage is big enough.

Not Afraid to Use It said...

I hope this reflects the past and not the present. Hugs either way.

Patois42 said...

Beautifully done. I like it a lot. I wish you didn't know such pain so you could write so eloquently about it.