my poem titled “Caged Bird”

life, love, poem, poetry, writing

There is a framework of bone curled around my heart

They call it a rib cage

Because I suppose hearts are beautiful

In the frantic way they flutter

And they need to be protected from harm

But the heart’s captor fails to realize

That harm is lurking inside

It creeps between the dark parts

Disguised in the light parts

Because the greatest harm is love

And love is felt by the heart

And that’s why it flutters so frantically



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