Notes About The Poem
THIS POEM IS A METAPHOR
Set Free
Sixteen and lonely,
a young bird,
has gone lame,
from her broken wings,
unable to fly the same.
Happy,
with the first one,
who shows her,
the attention,
she desperately needs.
But he soon binds her wings,
and the little bird,
no longer sings,
her savior,
has turned mean.
She tries flying away,
but her wings,
are still weak,
for she has stumbled,
over her own two feet.
She tries to be brave,
and unhappily stays,
she makes a nest,
and lays her eggs,
fledglings they had made.
One day her savior,
teaches her fledglings,
how to dive into,
a natural plant,
that brings him much joy.
The little bird,
does not like the plant,
she feels it,
will harm her fledglings,
and they wont learn to properly fly.
So the little bird decides to leave,
her nest becomes empty,
her fledglings,
have found,
their own two wings.
Her mate is mad,
he is destructive,
he is vengeful,
he attacks her,
making fun of her wounded wings.
The little bird,
that never sings,
finally finds,
her own voice,
and mends her wings.
She sings,
and flys,
without the plant,
she,
gets high.
While soaring,
I saw her reflection,
in the lake,
starring back at me,
a warrior, her scars had made.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2020
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