I wish to write I told someone in my youth
You haven’t lived enough he told me
You have to experience life
To have something to write about
The cup needs to be filled
Before it can quench someone’s thirst
I was disappointed
Even distraught
I wanted to write ‘now’
But he was proven to be right
I had not lived long enough
Not shed enough tears
Not questioned things I believed in
Not gone through confusion and doubt
Not fallen so hard that it was difficult to get up
The caged bird sings in captivity
It’s her release
It’s her cry of help
In the lonely confines of the cage
It’s what keeps her occupied
It’s what keeps her alive and brings her joy
And others are moved by her song
January 2019
