OFF WITH THE SHACKLES
Off with
the shackles
Remove these
chains,
I was made
for flight and not to run.
I have
wings that functions
Yet I stay
grounded,
Restrained and
gazing mournfully at the skies,
Wondering
what could be.
You hold tightly
to the leash, yet I am not a dog
The skies
call out to me
The wind tries
to lift me up
Still, I
cannot fly
Until I
spread
These wings
of mine
And flap
And run
And fail
And try,
again.
How do I
spread my wings when you pluck my feathers?
You wield
so much
Much power
To push me
beyond my limits.
Yet, you
lurk.
A beast in
angelic clothing.
A viper
with a honeyed tongue.
Constantly
reminding me of what I am to you,
A plaything
for your pleasure
I have
forgotten what I am to myself
Forgotten
what I carry to my audience
Forgotten
the strength I hold to liberate those in chains.
Give me my
wings and let me fly
Give me my
wings and let me fly
With my beak
and feet, weapons of old, I scratch you all day
Yet, you
don’t feel a thing
Today you
place me in the river,
Leaving to
a place nearby,
Hoping I
will swim
You never
knew,
That I am a
bird made for flight
A bird with
no fins and scales
Just some
feathers meant for flight
‘I am made
for more,’ I cry
To be more
I have to fly
I am a bird
made for flight
Let go of
the leash and let me be more!
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