beautiful caged bird
sitting still on a gilded swing
whistling away hope and desire
empty and black as her charcoal feathers
ruffled by the wind of passersby
passing by and passing by
she sheds a phoenix tear within
to heal the wounds of loneliness
but tiny scars remain
etch deep the memory of sorrow
won't someone set free her wasting spirit
locked away in a golden cell
come sweet and swift, the cold breath of freedom
carry her soul to a life unknown
wings clipped no more
released
at last
to find a peace all her own