Bite of blade that cleaves the night,
Hollowed bones released to flight,
Rising swift from cage of thought,
Freedoms wings are sorely bought.
Released from past that others craft,
Eyes look back to shadowed shaft,
Blade of strength smite cloying hands,
That seek to hold in shifting sands.
What once were lessons eager learned,
Now are cages quickly spurned,
To grow from youth to standing proud,
One must drop their parent’s shroud.
Though meant for warmth it now constrains,
The winged soul, this flesh contains,
Keen edge of light grows quick it seems,
Split clouded youth from families seams.
Bird will fall at times quite far,
Still it reach adults bright star,
Lick its wounds as strive for best,
When battles won, returns to nest.
Thanks to Thursday Poets Rally for a wonderful venue, and for the kind readers who nominated me for this award!