Aphorism #16

Breathing that salted air
And as it fills my lungs it all comes
Flooding back
Appendages bound with wire
My heart has slowed down
And as it lumbers, I can’t recall if
I ever truly loved it
Beating with desire–with hope

Did I fall in this hole? or had I gone willingly?

The strength
Bleeds out of my pores–
Glistening
At least, with this, I am safe
Secure and beautiful
But if I break out–
If I release these chains–
What happens when the whole world sees
That I never learned to fly?

Remember when we used to be vibrant?
Breathing air for the very first time?
Now the windows are barred
No frame could contain nature
Obsessed with all the wrong things
Time to sharpen our focus

“A cage went in search of a bird.”