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Through the Gilded Birdcage Frame

Like a wild animal, called upon to be tame
I swiftly exercised all chemicals from my veins
Savagely, I fought to maintain a little sanity
I mopped up after every storm, opened windows;
Pretended to breath
My wings were broken and I forgot how to sing,
Until at last, a ray of sun shown through the looking glass,
Setting it aflame
As the fire spread, I almost prayed for death to come
And allow me to escape the pain
But alas, I survived
Like a million flights before:
I spread my wings, gathered my seeds, and flew into the morn.

Felicia Maisey
Copyright ©2008 Felicia M. Maisey

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