Capturing Its Identity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Above us on another floor, standing against a window
looking out, saddened by its plight, stuck indoors
instead of being outside with the rest of nature.

Sadly wiping an invisible tear of desire and yearning
to be set free to go wherever it would be happier,
but unfortunately human nature has captured it.

Planting its roots in a pot of soil, capturing its
very identity and placing it cruelly beside a window
where it can look down and outside.

Forlorn and empty without a single friend or even a
companion to converse with, a feeling of great sadness
and sorrow coupling with its essence.

Never letting it be itself while alive and on this
earth for humans have thought it best to keep it locked
away indoors.