Sunday, February 13, 2011

little bird

The little bird perched in the golden cage
knew not how to fly
her wings were clipped
not by scissors
but from neglect.

She had faded memories of days gone by
of flying free
the bright, shiny blue sky
the wind blowing thru her feathers
the warmth of sun
the renewing of rain

The trappings of love
the trappings of being needed
the weight of pleasing
caused her wings to sag
to fly no more.