The Birds.

*My wings are clipped, my head hangs down.
The others fly away without a sound.

*You keep me captive, like a bird in a cage.
I think you should just let me be my age.

*I want to ignore, defy and scream.
All I want to do is be sixteen.

*But no, my cage is shut tight.
Anger boils, and so begins the fight.

*Now you have won the battle, but not the war.
I am your prisoner, but not for much more.

*See my wings shall grow back, thick and strong.
And while I wait I dwell on how youv’e done me wrong.

*And when the time is right, and I am all healed.
My fury will unravel, my hurt revealed.

*I am stronger now and will win this war with ease.
Then i will turn and fly away like a whisper in the breeze.

The Birds.

Hope-Karra Robertson

Adelaide, Australia

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