Like two birds.
My heart
has stopped beating
– not just for the moment, but for the
time
it takes a
life to flash before ones eyes.
For a
lifetime.
It hurts,
this dead end of emotion, and
I am left
with one single question – why?
Who can
answer this for me?
No one… not
even myself.
Trapped,
like a bird in a cage,
the two of
us sit, looking at each other.
You have
the courage to fly out as soon
as the door
to your cage is opened,
but I sit
still,
afraid of
the unknown,
the vast
expanse that I have never tested my wings in.
At first my
heart pounded so fast
that it
hurt my ribs.
Now it
doesn’t beat at all,
and I feel
strangled
– the pressure of missing air
torturing my mind.
I sometimes
feel confined,
locked up,
forced into
a
mold that
doesn’t quite fit me.
Dislodged
Lost
somewhere in time
Expanded in
space that is not mine
I float in
time
Dislodged,
displaced
Confused,
homeless
This is not
my skin
My life, my
time
