There is a moment that passes
When emotions become tangible.
Physical elements of the mind-
Happiness holds a pair of light feathered wings,
that connect and lift
while anger, a pair of silver-tipped teeth-
a tiger of torrent and rage.
Grief
a noose, ties, and suffocates.
Maybe it loosens, but
it never leaves. Or at least, the bruises
don’t fade easily.
Sadness
a cage. Cold iron bars that trap, suffocate
marring your vision
if too many are built
no light can infiltrate.
A knife cannot cut iron.
But sometimes, the escape is not external.
The girl asks,
as she stands by the edge of the lake
quiet shadows - created by light -
dancing across the surface of the water
in the fading evening.
Who is it
that builds the bars
that ties the noose
that sharpens the teeth
that preens the wings?
Is the answer above, or below-
or is it within?
Do we hold the power
to build the bars
to tie the noose
to sharpen the teeth
to preen the wings?
Will the girl find her answer?
She hangs her head
And goes home-
away from the fading blue
and to the bright fluorescents.
Will she ever escape the one she hates
the adversary
who ties the knot
and builds the iron.
But the foe that she loathes
she used to love
the one that preened the wings
and held her hand
and took the stars
and brought her dreams-
but now it seems as if those dreams were built
to be broken.
Did the girl find her answer?
Time will pass.
Perhaps she will come to terms with her enemy
Embrace the one she used to love
Or she will fall to the blade that
could not
pierce steel and iron.
Did the girl find her answer?
Did she build the bars
tie the noose
Sharpen the teeth
preen the wings,
Did she take the stars
and catch her dreams?
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:16 PM UTC
There is a moment that passes
When emotions become tangible.
Physical elements of the mind-
Happiness holds a pair of light feathered wings,
that connect and lift
while anger, a pair of silver-tipped teeth-
a tiger of torrent and rage.
Grief
a noose, ties, and suffocates.
Maybe it loosens, but
it never leaves. Or at least, the bruises
don’t fade easily.
Sadness
a cage. Cold iron bars that trap, suffocate
marring your vision
if too many are built
no light can infiltrate.
A knife cannot cut iron.
But sometimes, the escape is not external.
The girl asks,
as she stands by the edge of the lake
quiet shadows - created by light -
dancing across the surface of the water
in the fading evening.
Who is it
that builds the bars
that ties the noose
that sharpens the teeth
that preens the wings?
Is the answer above, or below-
or is it within?
Do we hold the power
to build the bars
to tie the noose
to sharpen the teeth
to preen the wings?
Will the girl find her answer?
She hangs her head
And goes home-
away from the fading blue
and to the bright fluorescents.
Will she ever escape the one she hates
the adversary
who ties the knot
and builds the iron.
But the foe that she loathes
she used to love
the one that preened the wings
and held her hand
and took the stars
and brought her dreams-
but now it seems as if those dreams were built
to be broken.
Did the girl find her answer?
Time will pass.
Perhaps she will come to terms with her enemy
Embrace the one she used to love
Or she will fall to the blade that
could not
pierce steel and iron.
Did the girl find her answer?
Did she build the bars
tie the noose
Sharpen the teeth
preen the wings,
Did she take the stars
and catch her dreams?