Self-Portrait

April 9th

“Feathered Sky Blue”

Clipped wings keep me
Grounded though I long
To pry open the bars
Of this cage of obligation
And unbelievers-
To rejoin the clouds.

Spurred and inspired
By the words lining my floor;
Reminding me that there’s a world
Beyond this comfortable perch.

I long to soar up,
Blend into the heights-
To be feathered sky blue.