I have built a little cage
on the edge of a cliff,
where I pretend–
to live contentedly,
rather than learn to swim across
the turbulent waters below.
Cushioned by the delusion of safety,
I hang there trapped–
above murky waters-
as if sitting alone in a cage–
is preferable to the risk of drowning.
I watch with envy, all the
happy swimmers passing by.
They seem to calm the water
with their powerful strokes.
But the thought of being
swallowed by the current,
keeps me here,
behind the iron bars of
disappointment.
I have dreamed this flooded landscape.
I have dreamed this turbulent water.
I have dreamed the murky depths.
And I have dreamed this cage.
Now wide awake–
I am dreaming of a little red boat.
Lovely! I love the positive ending. Let me bring my paddles and join you!
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*deep sigh*
funny, i have a painting sketched out on a canvas that i’m reminded of with this poem. a common theme, methinks…
of course you know i love this….i’ve managed to open the door of my cage and now i’m just pondering how to leave…
xo
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