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repost, revision, (matured) poems are like caring for a garden, each is a flower that needs tending to, too grow into a bigger brighter more beautiful blossom, and the garden always needs weeding out,

It’s so hard to balance myself every day on a pole
With my wings all clipped, and cut out with my soul
Hung on a ceiling, it may just as well be a hole
Where I am perched at the edge where I rock and I roll

As an old church bell rings out the names of many a free soul
It’s so hard for me to find my way, and to ever be free
Where on this pole, I only see the outside of a glass wall 
I dream of flying away each day but will they ever let me? 

Even if I fell off the perch, and hurt, there is nowhere to fall 
I am just so tired of balancing myself on this old cold pole
If not I can’t see outside and dream I break thru the glass wall
If I drop to the bottom again, I know I won’t see anything at all
 
Like in the dark of the night, there is nothing to see at all
As the curtain each night is pulled over to hide the glass wall
As I wait alone hung out on a porch on a hook and a pole
With only dreams to fly, one day on the other side with you all
															    
And with no one to help me out of this dark caged hole
Where I sit and I wait to hear the bells ring their very next toll
Hung out in the cold dark night, on a hope and a dream to be free
As I wait by the window hoping the next bell that rings is for me 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 6/3/2016 1:28:00 PM
Good metaphor for imprisonment, the loss of dreams, the loss of freedom. The feeling that only death can set one free (or so we think), to have no vision. Good one and heart wrenching!
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Date: 8/20/2015 10:48:00 AM
whoa! This poem really gutted me! I hate to see any of God's creatures penned up. It is so unnatural. People say if bred in captivity they can't survive in the wild. I would sooner have 1 minute of freedom than a life in a cage. This is a great sad true poem. Which I love to hate. God Bless D.
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Date: 8/19/2015 7:30:00 AM
I can relate to the poem as I think about my own experiences. This poem tells me that I am not the only one who sometimes gets into the hole of darkness, comes out and go back again but I continuously fight for my freedom. This poem is great!
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Date: 8/14/2015 10:04:00 AM
A cage bird waiting to fly away, but, is it free in the wild open space, after being caged? I agree with your thoughts, now I must wonder, will it survive in the wild....hmmmm. Stay strong, Ken
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Date: 8/13/2015 12:59:00 PM
Waiting watching always looking for the light Never give up
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Date: 6/9/2015 10:03:00 AM
Wow, to be a bird without balance. Cynthia, it's like you said. Life will find it's way. Everything has its way of working out. Perhaps you need to be free from this form. I love the poem. Thank you so much for thinking about me this morning. Where there is darkness there's light. Hoping the bell rang, for a change.. HUGS.. LINDA
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Date: 4/3/2015 9:52:00 AM
Tugged at my heart strings a bit. I never thought of this perspective, congrats!
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Date: 4/5/2015 6:36:00 AM
awwwe thank you,