Shifting Poems

MPHFPC- I'm the caged bird; With my wings clipped, and my feet tied

My Patience is hanging in ballens;
Mom commanding me to return;
My Sanity is broken;
My eyes begins to burn;

The Bird waits over my shoulder;
Asking if I'm alright;
I sit there like a vampire;
Who's seen a blinding light;

I tell her 'bout my thoughts;
Of group-based suicides;
Like with the dinosaurs, or Cairnholm;
Where everybody dies;

I felt comfort when she hugged me;
the smell of french vanilla;
paired with heavy musk;
I felt a light grow deep inside;
My soulless, empty husk;

So if deep inside;
You think that you have no worth;
Most birds, which live in cages;
Probably have it worse;

I'm not trying to belittle;
The feelings that you hide;
Just know that most relate to you;
In the darkness, deep inside;

- Constance Baugh (me)

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