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.