Birds of wanting, wandering and wondering

Birds

Some days when everything inside you

Wants to clamp down

That is most often

When you need to throw your arms wide open

To embrace the day

And see what birds want to fly

Free from the place of entrapment

In your chest

Where they beat their wings

Against the prison

Of your PTSD cage

There may be birds of wanting

Of wandering and of wondering

That need to circle free

Far from the prison of a place

That stops them breathing fresh air

Or gaining sight of an ocean or a plane

That could inspire them

In their winged breathing

Beating those wings

Little bits of wanting you denied

Long ago come to life

You find the courage

To open the door of the cage

And let those birds

Fly free

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