A familiar rush
a surge of fire inside
Shortness of breath
sweat pouring down my back
Trapped by a grip the will not move
chains that will not break
A prisoner more free than any bird in the sky
kept in a cage made of promises and trust
With a twinkle in his eyes
a wicked smile on his face
Waiting for him to strike
my captor who taught me how to soar
No comments:
Post a Comment