The Velvet Noose
I am a broken-winged dove
Held in a soft, black bag
Tied round with a velvet noose.
Reasoning with my sensibilities
He seeks to assure me
All will be well
If I simply stop struggling
And allow him to feed me
Soft, warm food
From his caring hand.
I am a rudderless vessel
Adrift on a river
Filled with sharpened rocks of worry
Holding the anchor,
He fastens it calmly
‘Round the mainmast
Of my shredded sail
And speaks quietly
Of landlocked shipyards
And safe harbors.
I am a voiceless singer
Reading silent music
Written with pens of invisible ink.
Softly approaching
He closes the door
On my singing heart
And tears the score
Of unheard symphonies:
The music is gone;
It exists no more.
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2010
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