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If only these wings could fly...
I've tried flapping them day and night
But no wind graces below them
Only feathers shake out onto the floor
Maybe I could try and be a peacock
Flash my feathers to try and get attention
But I'm far too shy for that...
And I would only feel like the ugly duckling
Perhaps I could quote the raven
And use my clever wit to my advantage
Making people's weakness a disadvantage
And drive them all riveting mad...
But none of that changes me
My wings are completely immobile
Locked inside my little cage...
Like a sparrow, waiting to fly into the sun
With broken wings, I don't belong in the sky
How then can I be free?
To glide along the silver lining...
I am in need of repair
Someone come and heal these broken wings
So that I may be free at last...
- by TearsofBlood |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/24/2008 |
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- Title: With These Wings...
- Artist: TearsofBlood
- Description: An idea I had when I thought about the role of birds in story tales and in daily meaning and how I desire to be set free from my cage.
- Date: 07/24/2008
- Tags: wings freedom cage
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Comments (1 Comments)
- wiccanmother_zoey - 12/17/2008
- *smiles* darling, let me start off by saying that at least you can still feel your wings. most people loose sight of their wings, and they are forever trapped on the ground. You at least still have that chance. I would assume you are still young. I myself am 18, and believe me when I tell you, after 18 years in a cage, I was granted one moment of freedom before I was put back in it. Have patience, and that day will come when your cage will open. you just need to wait, and work at it. Good work.
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