Trapped.
Trapped again.
Oh, stop thrashing
about in this custom-made
cage. Tail feathers and
flight feathers only break
in this madness and lack
of peace. Sit still,
maybe sing a few notes
while waiting. Rest awhile,
safe in this place
that only seems like
torture. Let it reveal
its true beauty; let it
seal a broken heart
longing for Love.
Let the unreal
fade to birth
the Dove.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | March 1, 2015
Perch Here
Posted in Poetry
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