This
gilt cage
swings
in a breeze created
by
a harsh voice,
feet
curled
like
old leaves
around
the wooden perch.
I
sing for supper, dance
for
lunch, weep when breakfast
does
not come.
I
have seen my name
in
lights brighter than stars,
discovered
a cage needs no bars -
guilt
stronger than finest steel.
I
befriended the dancing bear,
licked
raw patches that once had fur,
fed
him rats cut
into
the shapes of salmon, dreamed
with
him of rocks and water and leaps
into
freedom.
It
was not until I let go
of
faith that the door
finally
opened - wings not from angels
but
through acceptance; feathers
of
words and cadence.
I
was once a tree,
once
turned only towards the sun
now
I move about the land
leading
the bear back home.
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