The original post and poem can be found here.
I've spent the last few iced-in days to work on it again. Rather than post a little progress here and there, I'd like to share where it stands now. I'm not sure it's finished. I may work on it more, but I like it a lot better. And it's interesting to me how the idea morphed and focused itself as I worked. I'd love to have some feedback :)
A lonely lovebird's sick heart aches for the company of her kind.
A bird of her feathers to comfort her and speak peace to her mind.
She knows she'll never be content in this land of featherless, flightless birds.
She doesn't belong, though she doesn't know why, and she fears her song will never be heard.
She circles and she paces 'round bars unseen but felt.
Her heart encased in ten thousand scars made of betrayal and guilt.
They tie her down and bind her tight, her dreams locked deep inside,
Pushing the world far and away, until the fire within her dies.
The cage is an illusion, Love. The master magician's lie.
Open your eyes, stretch your dreams, unfurl your wings and fly.
Let love pulse life back into your veins.
Hope erases gravity, dear Bird.
Breathe deep, and sing again.
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