Today the sunshine is here.
For the first time in months
She is able to gaze upon it.
Most days, she searches with out-stretched arms
Yet, the cold, iron bars keep her from seeking it.
As a caged bird she cannot sing,
Silence is her only scream.
Some days feel like an eternity--
As darkness is the only thing to see.
Yet, in these dark days of despair,
What is the thing that keeps her there?
She asks, "Where is the light?"
"When may I sing?"
This midnight seems unending.
Yet, it's these days of seldom,
Keeping her in place.
When rays of sun...
Shine upon her face.
(written 1/22/15)
For the first time in months
She is able to gaze upon it.
Most days, she searches with out-stretched arms
Yet, the cold, iron bars keep her from seeking it.
As a caged bird she cannot sing,
Silence is her only scream.
Some days feel like an eternity--
As darkness is the only thing to see.
Yet, in these dark days of despair,
What is the thing that keeps her there?
She asks, "Where is the light?"
"When may I sing?"
This midnight seems unending.
Yet, it's these days of seldom,
Keeping her in place.
When rays of sun...
Shine upon her face.
(written 1/22/15)
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