Bluebird in a yellow cage

Bluebird in a yellow cage,
Bluebird with no wings to fly.
Clipped in a heartbeat.
Can’t sing, got no voice to cry.

Bluebird in a yellow cage,
Trips upon a thorn or two.
Tries damn hard to reconcile.
The one thing she cannot do.

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3 Responses to Bluebird in a yellow cage

  1. sumthn2say says:

    i like ur poem. But I wish you cheer up too.

  2. simplyninz says:

    Trip ..> cry..> get up..>Trip..> cry..> get up…thats the story of life…BUT after every trip you only get stronger!

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