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
'Forced into a mold that doesn't fit me' - a perfect line. I can relate. The beautiful thing is ... we can all relate. We have all felt this way. Our race wasn't originally created to fit in these molds. Imagine the freedom in the garden of Eden; it doesn't compare to what we know here.
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