Megan Ryan Poet Free verse

Fly Free Nightingale

Locked within a golden cage
Kept under lock and key
Cloaked with a dark veil
To hide me from the world
Kept in the darkness
In this cold prison.

Under watchful eyes
Gazes cold as ice
As I remain silent
Frightened to move
One false step
Would be my doom.

My only hope
My only light
My only simmer
Was the tiny gap
Between the veil
The light of the sun.

A warm gentle ray
Shines through the gap
Filling my feathery body
With a light of hope.

The slither of the sky
I saw with my own eyes
Blue as the clearest sea
Misty clouds drifted by.

It intrigued me
Brought luscious color
To my monochrome life
A sparkle filled my eye
As I felt a glow within
That light was hope.

Hope to spread my wings
Hope to break from my prison
Hope to tear free from oppression
Hope to break free of suppression
Hope to be who I was meant to be
Hope to make my own story.

This life given to me
I was not meant for
This unfair situation
This tyrant monarchy
That has caged me
That all ends now.

I lift my wings
I lift myself up
I fly back to charge
With all my strength
To break down the door.

With all my heart
With all my strength
A chirping battle cry
As I kept charging forth
Each strike to loosen
The lock that holds me.

Smash! Break! Crumble!
As the lock falls 
I spring free 
Wings wide
Spirits soars
Toward the window!

Through the window
Out into the world
Straight to the sky
THe sun shining bright
Welcoming me to the free world.

Tears flow down my beak
I sing a harmonious song
Of my newfound freedom
From my horrid prison
That held me down.

The sun speaks to me
"Sweet Nightingale,
I am happy that my light
Has given you hope
To break free from your prison
Your free to explore the world."

I could not be any happy
To finally break free
To have found the strength
To escape my tormentors
To follow my own path
Than the one previous planned.

The world now my oyster
Lands ready to be explored
Friends to find along the way
Adventures that await me
Dreams I've longed to come true
Love to find my other half.

It is now time
For this nightingale
To fly forth into the world
And begin her life's story
Her true life that she always wanted
Fly free now nightingale.

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Chris Green October 10, 2019 at 4:48 PM A sad tale that has a happy ending, at least the start to a happy ending. I really enjoyed this. Nicely done. Megan Ryan October 10, 2019 at 5:29 PM This poem is for the girls who live under strict and horrid rules and follow the old traditions of the family even fear the honor killing of some cultures. I believe all women no matter the diversity should be free to be who they are, to be free to write their own stories, to be free to live their lives and to be free to find happiness and true love. Megan Ryan October 10, 2019 at 5:28 PM Thank you Max. This poem is actually inspired by an episode of a show my mom was watching about forbidden love between a Middle East girl and a boy whose life was taken by her conspiracy parents who killed her for trying to live her own life.