Cherie Fleming Poet Elegy

Wounded Bird

I am the words 
That are locked so deep inside
I am the voice 
You can hear with your eyes
It’s hard to breathe, 
But my secret’s safe with me
I am the face 
That you will never see…

I go about my day
It looks like normal life 
My sorrow is discreet
A wounded bird in flight
A wounded bird in flight

Mine is a song 
Of secret poverty
Deprived of light 
That still so many see
It’s hard to grieve 
While this secret’s trapped in me
Mine is a heart 
That’s not allowed to bleed…

I go about my day
It looks like normal life 
My sorrow is discreet
A wounded bird in flight
A wounded bird in flight

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Arturo Michael January 26, 2018 at 4:42 PM At least you can fly...There's strength in your poem and courage too...Nice one Cherie Cherie Fleming January 26, 2018 at 5:42 PM Thank you so much!