Dr. Rinaldo Diricchardi-Muzga Poet Epic

Borrowed Words: After Jane Eyre

I am no bird—yet once I sang in cages,
Feeding on echoes, crumbs of borrowed thought.
My feathers learned the grammar of the ages,
My heart forgot the silence it had sought.

You built your walls from kindness, then from fear,
And called them love, or duty, or despair.
But winds remember what the stones won’t hear,
And names dissolve in unrepentant air.

Now, from your threshold, I unmake my chains,
Not with revolt, but with remembering—
That will is not rebellion, but remains
Of some first dawn, when even God took wing.

I go, unowned, untamed, still incomplete,
But whole enough to walk on my own feet.

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