The new year is almost upon us. It is a time to reflect and look towards the possibilities of a brand new year. Time to soar, to fly like an eagle; untamed and free.
Don't let anyone trap you to acidic acquiescence
BORN FREE
Birdsong echoing sorrow,
Imprisoned in a cement asylum.
Desperate to finally flee,
Mortality ensnared in mortar.
Destined to forever
Haunt the concrete tomb
That binds his desolate destiny.
Losing a frantic fight to escape,
Entrapment of the once free;
Reduced to steerage of the sky.
Wretched spirit loses his will,
To soar high in an aqua horizon;
Surrenders clipped wings
To the fate of acidic acquiescence.
(c) Rose Bruno Bailey
