A poem about about a wife longing for trust and a little space in her marriage |
Trapped in a cage of your emotional complications I am a frumpled feathered bird with clipped wings A misunderstood conundrum A puzzle you have yet to figure out The sky is yours to soar through The wind yours to lift you higher Yet you stay grounded and lay blame upon me Are you feared to let me fly or jealous? Do you worry the wind will carry me to the place in which you yourself long for. Through the bars you hold me within I see the world I am desperate to be included And still I hold hope you find within your self that in which will make you whole And allow me to fly by your side What is it you desire? What is the key to your happiness? Love is not jealous, Love is not conditional Though I am broken and feel so small That tiny shred of hope is all I have All that keeps me alive That precious hope you will one day find what it is that you unknowingly seek and I cannot provide I love you without limitation I am not jealous and my feelings are unmoving Through the joy and the mundane I pray to the sky above that you will one day find the courage, the strength to set me free and trust I will return to the nest in which my life is centered |