Once wild and free,In a previous life?
Is now locked,
Like a kakatu in a cage,
No more singing and no more being annoying,
Some may be happy that the chirping is over,
But the bird is broken.
No more connections but no more sorrow.
Blank like paper with no color or marks on it.
Maybe it is for the best.
But one knows that it isn't a life of fullness.
How to become full again?
To work for Clarity or to do a leap of faith?
This internal struggle continues with no end in sight.
But a hope survives that one day the dance and rhythm will once again start beating.
One hopes.
