Caged by my bones
I tied together the pieces of my bones into a cage.
I died tonight, another life lost in a scathing rage.
Sunrays embraced me only in my nightmares.
Yet they forge my tears into blades,
and pluck my feathers one by one.
They grin at my bleeding wings.
I hate it for being broken.
I hate being at a stranger’s mercy.
What use are the bare bones of my wings?
With no feathers, with no rights,
Wings, not a tool for my freedom,
But a curse that fills my burned eyes with hope,
Once again, I trust the glimpses.
Of possibility, a cage-free future,
The greenery grounds me and calls to my broken self.
Even if I am a frail bird with a stolen life,
Of all the lost lives, the lives that one shined,
It shone brighter than mere stars.
Although they are free, they are dead.
Oh, Death, I see him now.
This time, I will be his bride.
Not due to the blood I shed.
Not by the chains shackling my remaining breaths.
Not by the blades that consume my bones, flesh, and feathers.
Not by the cage I...
I died tonight, another life lost in a scathing rage.
Sunrays embraced me only in my nightmares.
Yet they forge my tears into blades,
and pluck my feathers one by one.
They grin at my bleeding wings.
I hate it for being broken.
I hate being at a stranger’s mercy.
What use are the bare bones of my wings?
With no feathers, with no rights,
Wings, not a tool for my freedom,
But a curse that fills my burned eyes with hope,
Once again, I trust the glimpses.
Of possibility, a cage-free future,
The greenery grounds me and calls to my broken self.
Even if I am a frail bird with a stolen life,
Of all the lost lives, the lives that one shined,
It shone brighter than mere stars.
Although they are free, they are dead.
Oh, Death, I see him now.
This time, I will be his bride.
Not due to the blood I shed.
Not by the chains shackling my remaining breaths.
Not by the blades that consume my bones, flesh, and feathers.
Not by the cage I...