Caged

A caged bird with her wings clipped,

Looking enviously at the birds in the sky,

Screeching at the birds the flew near,

Pacing around in the cage,

Are these walls closing in?

How are they so free?

Wish I could fly way up high,

But if only I wandered closer to the locked gate,

Only if I bothered finding a way out,

Then maybe I would have found that

the gate was opened the whole time,

And all the birds around tried to inform,

Yet, here I was hiding away,

Tucking away my wings that are now worn out,

Learning to fly again.

-Izzati