Open the Cage

I rake dried grass
place it around flowers,
free mulch

and I am detached.

Seasons end,
flowers die
and I

feel alone

in this alien world.
A tug inside pulls me

and I think
not one person
among us knows

how to love.

We scurry like
roaches in light

from creatures
bigger than

We clang like
shutters in

unable to speak
what our spirits

as zoo animals
we are bound
in the cages

we are born to.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

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