tho oft i'm slain

Inner peace doesn't come from getting what we want, but from remembering
who we are. —Marianne Williamson

caged bird, perhaps
that’s who i am
                              wings without flight
                    an endless plight
          shackled by rage
inside my cage


the broken harp
that’s who i am
                              no strings attached
                    tho i have watched
          new melodies
hang from the skies


the broken dream
that’s who i am
                              night sends no peace
                    for sweet release
          when dreams lay dead
upon their bed


poét of poets
that’s who i am
                              no ink is theirs
                    without my tears
          the heavens know it
i am a poet


child of the King
that’s who i am
                              caged bird, harp, dreams
                    poet it seems
          i rise again
tho oft i’m slain

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by Clyve A. Bowen♫