Iron Cage BirdhouseA Chapter by Ana Papaya.~•
A puzzle is a
puzzle and it’s puzzling to be Caught up in the
yarn as it winds around me Tighter and
tighter, ‘til it hurts just to breathe What is this
thing that I’m trying to see?
Weaving and
weaving around every thought Yarn turned to
chains, rust turned to wrought Iron cage
birdhouse in which I am caught Dreaming of
dreams which cannot be bought
A puzzle is a
puzzle and it’s puzzling for sure To be bound by a
puzzle for which there’s no cure Struggling and
struggling, thoughts dirty and pure This heart is a
puzzle ~ I cannot endure
Solutions,
solutions, solutioning me Here is the
answer, so clearly to see The thing my
heart needs - it never can be So I’ll rip out
my heart, to set my mind free
A puzzle is a
puzzle but for me is no longer I’ve ripped out
my heart, now my mind is much stronger Free from the
thoughts bound by yarn and by chain So that now I may breathe without feeling the pain
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