Free as a bird.
Who says birds are free?
They can be caged.
Tormented.
They are alone.
Beating their wings against bars that will never yield.
I am a bird.
In no way am I free.
Ethereal
She cries
Breaking open her cage to find
The wings to fly away
To find her heart
Her real heart
Her strong heart
Not the fluttering
Feathered
Thing inside her breast
And her chest is made of bars
Trapping her
Within and without
Feathers spring from her arms
And birds nest in her hair
And she longs to fly
To find her lover
But the sky is so far away
And the world is noisy
But she finds the key to her cage
And the bird in her breast flies
From captivity
And she lies dying
A girl with no heart
Waiting
For them to bring back her heart
They come
Bearing the jar
That holds her heart
That should have belonged to another
Pushed into the cage of her chest
It beats
Once
Then
She gasps
And breathes once more
And her chest is flesh
once more
And she is free
She is no longer a bird.
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