Bird Poem by Pamela Davison

Bird



Your need lingered over me,
Demanding and squalling,
Drowning me in your
Chaotic desperation,
And suffocating the memories
We might have made.

Though you heard,
You would not listen
To the pleadings
Of long lost visions,
Even as they danced
Before your eyes.

Then you mistook
My vulnerabilities
For weaknesses,
And mounted your encapsulation
With grand fortitude,
Masquerading as love.

My belief in you
Was shattered
By those bruised moments,
Irretrievably committed
To the dedication
Of your definition.

So came the day
When your audacity
Compelled my strength
And I would not surrender
To your abuse,
Regardless of your lies.

Now a powerful bird finds
This place heartbreaking,
For the soaring dignity
That will never be -
Because I will not allow
My wings to be clipped.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maggie Flanagan-Wilkie 27 July 2005

Damn skippy straight- no wing-clipping allowed. Nice the second time around, too.

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