There is a nest of birds inside my body Trying to peck and claw their way out. I can feel their wings beating Bruises onto my insides
Their ever flapping wings Stir my stomach into knots That I can’t hope to untie.
Every time I try to speak My mouth fills with feathers And I have to swallow hard Again and again To keep from choking on them.
They’ve pecked holes in my mind These restless creatures inside me So that I can’t understand anything The way I used to.
I know they are trying to escape That they are trapped inside me They mean me no harm, really, still, most days I feel More like the caged bird than the cage itself.