Cage
Sat upon the center, is the cage I reside.
It obscures their faces as they peer,
stretched and distorted.
Its walls are not there,
yet when I try to escape, my limbs are barriered.
I watch as they react to my shell,
my limbs,
my mouth,
my eyes.
They tap on the cage,
they scowl at my difference,
they laugh at my adversity.
They scare me, so I run, I hide,
but I end where I began.
I wish to free from this prison,
I wish to run, I wish to fly, I wish to see out of uncovered eyes.
When they pass me by, I know they can free me, but choose to keep me inside.
I wish for the day I am released,
released from this invisible cage.
I no longer look.
I no longer run.
I no longer hide.
I sit in the bottom of my cage as they pass by.
When they stare I no longer stare back, they won’t stay long.
When they reach to shake and prod my cage, I am no longer scared.
I see as they reach, I see as they
My cage is picked up.
I am flying, I am flying without my wings.
I am no longer in the center,
I am no longer peered at by those who keep me trapped.
I see the light.
I see the sun.
The sun that warms my darkened shell.
I will fly,
I am freed,
I am
Cold.
It is so cold.
The world is clear, but the warmth of my cage is gone.
Where I sit is cold,
and I am tired.
So, so tired.
I wish,
I wish for the warmth, again.
I wish for the barrier from the cold,
I wish for the safety,
I wish for the cage.