Caged bird cries to be free, now you’ve seen that side of me.
A screaming, almost crying, pain that can no longer be retained.
Yet, it’s misplaced like the taste of honey on a lemon.
Tears drip fresh as the dew, and bleed through the heart of me…
and you.
Loneliness is getting out of hand,
making me do things I’m afraid others won’t understand.
Should I be convicted, deserve to be on lockdown?
Without a sound, or murmur, the Judge says yes on primitive grounds.
With Grace, I’ll save face, and beat the wrap in this case.
But, the cost strips away the coins from my soul.
Depletion grows and drastic choices take ahold, do I run forward or run away?
Do I defeat the negative energy or do I let it defeat me?
Clipped wings on an empty seat, a trail of heavenly feathers leading to the failed
triumph of me…leading to the glorious calling to surrender, or to uplift me?
Fear drives me scared, that you are there,
but I want more than you could ever hope to be.
Solemly I deny the control of this mentality to come into play.
Couldn’t this melancholy world sacrifice it’s self-determination to disavow
it’s condemnation of a soul like mine?
Do we have to be brothers and friends,
how about a whirlwind of never ending spirits in a unique, firey, forgiven
space and time?
I’m paralyzed, defragmented, entrapped in disarray because nothing makes sense.
I shuffle my feet like a distant memory seeking to be found
in the labryinth of desparation, desolation, and compulsion
in one playground of my mind-field.
There you are on the good ground, giving me your faith,
your friendship, your trust, among the on-slaught of
my terror, my anxiety, my hurt.
You’ve taken my life into yours and you are willing to protect it, respect it,
and juxtapose it. Don’t you know roses have thorns and clouds have rain?
When you touch them you feel their softness or their pain,
never knowing if what you felt was real or in vain.
But, there is no mystery in my emotions about you, a treasure been longing to find,
willing to last through this lifetime…
whether standing by sides in each others presence
or if we have to make the miles fade away and communicate through heaven.
Caged bird stands unpearched among it’s mess of fear and unknowing,
perhaps knocked off by an unyielding evil force
or wounded to rest before it must sit on it’s perch again to continue the cries
for freedom.
Just like the caged bird waits on time to bring change,
I live these days wanting the same.
All of this is to say… thank you.
