The Sky That Awaits You

Perhaps you feel trapped,
held from the sky by netting,
a pretty bird in a cage,
on display,
always on display,
ready to sing on command
for the company.

But look closely.
The bars are whisper then,
as afraid of you
and you are of them,
knowing their hold
has no truth,
fearful you will discover your voice
and cut your way free
to the sky
that awaits you.

About this poem. 

The things that trap us are rarely as strong as we allow them to be.

The picture was taken at the girl’s soccer field in Granville, NY. It’s worth clicking on to get the full effect.

Tom