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Trapped in a tower
A blue bird in an ivory cage
Open the cracking oak-crusted hatch
I descend the staircase.
The stairs are as cold as night
Ice biting my feet
Find a rotting door left locked
Beside the stone wall.
Fists folded into balls of fire
Freedom, a second grasp away
I break through the old barracade
And clamber over the scattered brick lintel.
Life flowing through the grooves in my palm
Grass blades between toes
I resist the urge to flee
To stop and stare across the meadow.
About the Creator
Mya Doerksen
Hi there, I'm a student, a writer and an aspring author. At the moment I'll mostly be posting shorts, school assignments or challenge submissions.
Comments (1)
The imagery here was so vivid! I loved this poem!