A bird that can't fly,
Sits in a miniature cage,
On a perch, and looks through the silver wires,
This small space is his entire world, nothing beyond it,
And it stays the same everyday, nothing ever changes,
Every little detail has already been explored, a long time ago,
On the first few days of the beginning of this "life".
What do you do when your world is about a foot wide?
Climb on the wires and then hop onto the other wires?
Call for someone because it's so insane,
Pull my feathers out,
I can hardly explain how this sadness feels,
It's deeper than just sadness.
I am getting by, by hours upon hours, of days, of months, of years now, I've been living like this,
Getting by for what?
Hope?
But there has been no question of letting him out of his cage,
The owner goes about living her busy life,
Where all her interests are at her fingertips,
So it's hard for her to know what its like for him.
If only someone could go into their mind for just a moment,
And then they would suddenly feel all of their feelings,
And know there is much more than what their face could tell,
And words could not amount,
Because then they would know what its like,
And know that if they used to pretend that the bird is happy, they can no longer pretend,
Realizing it was easy to because birds are not able to say otherwise.
Finches sit in miniature cages, locked in until the day they die,
And they're life has been wasted,
Because no one could comprehend how sad and boring their life could be.
What they ache for can't be satisfied by toys or perches,
They want the simple thrill and joy of being alive,
being beyond wired containment,
Beyond insanity or depression,
They just want to feel free,
And see everything new again,
Like life is now worth living,
And it can be beautiful.
©2005 Molly Nicole
To reach out love to one who we may never see again,
In a way it is like the take off of a beautiful dove,
And you see the beauty in it for that moment.
It seems it is the only way that love can be,
Because so many precious souls will eventually go away,
But they are all eternal and will never fade.
©2005 Molly Nicole