The Caged One: Part Two

June 20, 2008

The Caged One: Part Two
Breaking Free
Something snapped within the creature.
She was not sure what came over her,
Only that it was deep, calm, and resolving.
Examining the bamboo that made her cage,
She noticed a glitch
The glitch led to imperfections
How long had she been there?
Forever it seemed.
The cage had become her home.
She was linked to it and fear overcame her.
Taking a deep breath,
She took hold of the branch
With a snap, it broke in her hand
Her heart raced
Freedom!
The cage fell all around her
Destroyed and now a mere pile of rubble
She rose and stretched her limbs briefly
As a waking creature from hibernation
Then she ran
She ran through fields and meadows
Through forests and jungles
The wind flew through her matted hair
Untangling the strands
She threw herself into rivers and lakes
Washing the dirt from her skin
Cleansing her clothes
She climbed trees
And accepted their generous gifts.
No longer tortured and abused,
Wiser, but not tamer,
Now she could live
Now she would live
Nothing could stop her
No trap could catch her
She was free.

Anger Written Anger Drawn

December 30, 2007

Perhaps you've ceased to understand

What it means to aknowledge the way someone feels.
                                        Let me refresh your memory.
When someone is happy,
You will hear it as a high pitch in their voice,
Their attitude towards life
Will be beyond positive.

                                        When someone is sad,

                                        Their voice will be lower than usual,

                                        Their mood will be distant,
                                        And perhaps a little weepy.

When someone is angry,
You will know.

                You will know it by the slight growl and gruff their tone becomes,

        No longer will blue skies appear
        In the Heavens of their imaginations.

                    Try to understand that anger is a complex emotion.

                                To be held under someone else's anger

                                    Is like being in Hell's fiery flames.

Therefore, the last of these nursery rhyme emotions

                            Should be avoided at all costs.

Beware wrath

For many unhappy dealings come of from it.

The Caged One

July 11, 2006

Edging toward the cottage
The sound of screeches can heard
The cottage, cozy and bright
Held a solitary cage in the center
The dirt floor swept clean and
An erected cage
Made of bamboo
Stands alone within.
Within the cage is something
So much more exotic than a bird
More so than a monkey
So much more than any tropical or wild animal
But still, the creature is wild...
And Animal
The creature,
Caged and screaming
Beating and scraping,
Squirms and wriggles restlessly within.
Her Captor?
Gone
She sits alone within her cage;
Enticement and key both long gone
Will no one come to release her from her prison?
Will she sit alone in her cage forever?
She looks from her cage out into the doorway.
She tugs at her cropped hair
And pulls at the strange garments
Before shaking the bars of her prison.

She only longs for freedom.
Will it never come?
She longs to be out;
Out into the doorway
What was that faint glimmer?
She tries standing and shaking her cage,
But it was erected into the ground long ago.
How much longer?
Will she never feel the sun...
Or the rain...
The breeze?
Will she ever be released from her cage?

Angel of Mercy

Written June 24, 2006

The worst part about the night is right before you go to sleep.
Nobody's beside you to hear your jokes,
No one cares how much your day sucked,
Or didn't suck.
No one's there to hold you and kiss you goodnight.
Your alone.
You're suddenly forced to think over your day
You have to struggle with your internal battles,
Struggle without someone to tell you not to.
Sleep only comes as a merciful angel.
He throws you into deep slumber
Before leaving you to your fights.
You slowly fight, and lose, your battles as morning approaches.
Twilight begins to twinkle sweet soft lights.
The morning star appears before the large day star begins to shine.
At daybreak, you struggle to open your eyes.
You pick yourself up from your tiresome fighting
Then you dust yourself off before starting your charade once again.
Looking in the mirror, you hide your struggles behind a smile,
Then face the world with your mask.