Captured.
Held too long inside this cell.
My soul confined.
I am still.
Joyful no more.
Day passes after endless day
without change.
No escape in sight
No way to end my turmoil.
Faces used to glow
from my cheerful songs.
Now they only mirror anger
because I no longer bring
them joy.
The songbird without a song
a heart lost,
unable to utter a lone
note.
My purpose in life disappeared,
vanished.
A friendly breeze rustles the
latch,
with the first rays of light.
My door cracks open just enough.
Long confined by these heavy
bars,
I stretch my tattered wings,
And break forth into the air
and freedom.
As I discover the dawn,
the song returns to my heart
My wings unfold in the new day’s
sun.
now resplendent, glowing.
My soul reborn.
Alive,
I fly to greet the new world.
Kirsti A. Dyer, MD, MS