Friday, August 09, 2013

I Was Meant to Fly Free


Why do you cage me in this glass jar? 
My wings were meant to soar in the wind, not be put on display for a season.
Why do you cage me in this glass jar? 
My life is but a moment and meant to see the world, not only this crystal prison.
Why do you cage me in this glass jar?  
My purpose is to pollinate and beautify the world, not this solitary space so tight.
Why do you cage me in this glass jar? 
My colors are meant to sparkle in the sun, not dim beneath a single light.
Why do you cage me in this glass jar?
Your heart is meant to love me, not make me your slave.
Do you not care for what I want? Can you not hear what I say?
I’m meant to fly free, not flutter in a glass jar and put on display.
Let me out! Let me go! I’m dying! Can’t you see?
 I’m not meant to be caged, I’m meant to be free.

2 comments:

  1. I enjoyed reading this poem. I like the vivid imagery and the powerful theme.

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