Caged
Unwittingly she gives him
the password to her heart.
There is freedom in love,
selfish is not a definition.
A bird flies from its mother's nest
and a baby weans from its mother's breast.
He tells her
that her dreams are reserved for heaven.
Her years age bitter
as she communes with fermented spirits
in her cellar
without time left
to wait for change.
Only her ashes will soar now
and she prays
that they will sprout
liberty wings.
Copyright © Christina Cowling | Year Posted 2011
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