"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." -Maya Angelou

Thursday, July 23, 2009


Trapped within a prison
Whose design is not my own,
Inadequate and meek and
Submissive all along.

Why can I not prevent, defeat
These demons hunting me,
Who bind me firmly to the ground,
While heart calls to the sea?

You must know I’m questing now,
Chasing dreams with all my might.
I shudder, cold and confused
With no remedy in sight.

In words alone can you and I
Appear together as one.
In fleeting, captured, recorded thoughts,
Which cannot be undone.

Someday soon they’ll let me go
And run away to thee,
For now this melody must suffice
In uniting you and me.

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