That

How can i let that bird

fly out of this tattered cage?

That loves it here

surrounded by thousands others

 and few others that are caged

Alongside that bird but separate.

That doesn’t know any better.

All its life it has known this tatter.

They chirp together a happy song,

a sad and sometimes just chatter.

Let it stay here,

It’s sad here, confused here,

surviving sickness and torture.

Oh that chatter, that’s 

above and beyond bliss.

Give it back its sadness,

that loneliness, that

frustration and all the crying.

This is all that has known 

and learned to love.

Here comes the sound of that.

This is everything, so deafening,

helping that to forget all.

Let this sorrow stay, that will face it all.

This little poem is about my wounded heart, when i had to leave my children for treatment and my continuous struggle to add some more years to my life.