The Freedom Poem by Mad Gone

While the cage door lays wide open
the bird in fear to fly.
The sounds below the floor
I wait upon the door.

Eyes wide open but cannot see
What use to worry me.
The fear stays still
I thought I had had my fill.

The break to freedom
now imprisons me,
why in the world
I didn’t see!

More scared now than before
I fear I lost those I had adored.
Glad that they are not here
Glad they do not live in fear.

Why would a man do such things
what power he hoped to gain
I thread the water softly once more
a new life with kids I yearn to explore.

Why is it so hard to start again,
when you have suffered all this pain?
Like the local soldier’s pack
I fear I have put a target on my back.

If I read this poem in years to come
I will have exaggerated some.
I wish to read this poem again
to ensure I am still sane.