Sucorrine Jerome
I feel like a bird in captivity,
seeking to fly up in the horizon.
Fluttering my wings and struggling to break free from the chains
that are shattering me from within.
I feel like a bird in captivity,
Trying to express her thoughts
with songs of sorrow and pain,
Desperate to find that voice,
Who will comfort her and give hope of release,
But all her efforts are in vain.
I feel like a bird in captivity,
Who wants to flutter in the breeze ,
and sway her wings across the seas,
But bound in chains her dreams remain,
Not letting her rest in peace.
I feel like a bird in captivity,
Seeking answers to questions like:
“Is this what I was meant to be?”,
But then the chains that hold me,
Make me realize that I am bound to the chains of responsibility.
I feel like a bird in captivity,
Whose emotions and feelings have been,
Tread and trampled upon ruthlessly,
Just like the state of withered grass in the meadows and fields.
I feel like a bird in captivity,
Whose morale has been shattered just like a broken glass,
By the bruises and abuse the society has inflicted time and again on me.
I feel like a bird in captivity,
Whose happiness and freedom,
Once knew no bounds,
But today my pain and tears,
Know, no counts.
O freedom where art thou…
I’m seeking you in every nook and corner now…
When will my chains be loose from these confinements…
Oh Liberation,
This captive bird awaits to see your face NOW!!!