In response to The Daily Post’s prompt “Window”
Staring out the window
Watching the sun rise
Head still on my pillow
As the little bird flies
Green are the trees
With the swaying leaves
Calm is the river
That flows forever
A peaceful morning
That won’t disappoint
Hope is always soaring
When lives are joined
Instilled in us at a young age
To tremble with fear at every stage
Without it you would be lost to the wind
Like a bird that hasn’t learned to sing
Fear will protect you from your doom
Hold on to it, or you’ll vanish soon
An armor meant for the weak of heart
Is given to us from the start
Not by choice, is what they say
Wear it true or else you’ll pay
To the skies above you always pray
For an alternative in any way
Born free is every creature on this earth
To roam and wander in endless mirth
But the iron weighs us to the ground
Forced to constantly hammer and pound
They who crave to seize control
They who believe they can eat us whole
They who don’t look to the skies above
Because they don’t believe in enough
The small dying bird
Producing one final trill
Silenced by captor
A free life ended
Becoming nothing but a feast
For a heartless pest
An Artist at Heart 