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
Copyright © Cherie Fleming | Year Posted 2018
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