Clipped

We’re gonna fly away one day.
One of these days our wings are gonna grow
With grace
defined by age.

Fly with me to that place
Where we fly with broken wings.

Feathers clipped to remain
ever
Faithful to our cage.

When an open window
Only symbolizes
The fall to follow.

the true definition of pure irony.
finding that the path to freedom
will lead to death.
for the lack of strength
 to carry its own weight,
has been cut and stripped away.

removed

to keep what is free
caged without a fighting chance.

for the purpose of simplicity.

We’re all gonna fly one day,

Through that open window
Clipped or broken wing
The same.

Away.

To places our broken dreams
Take flight,
Bound and healed by the wind
that propels us.

We’re gonna fly away one day…
even if this poet gives us broken wings
to make her metaphor
translate
her pain.

I swear.

There is one place that our wings will mend.
The place where the stars shine
And
Where the wind breaks.

We’re all gonna fly one day
high above,
Where the wind licks our broken wings
to lift us from what lies beneath
that has caged us.
.

Where her words evaporate
to something much greater.
finding meaning beyond the symbol
she carries with her.

Lifted by the only truth she knows,
she flies last in the V formation,
conserving energy until she must replace
the one flying just above her.

We’re all gonna fly one day,
to the place where wings
no longer serve a purpose…
where they remain
as a single analogy
that the open cage door
doesn’t
always grant
true freedom.