Arcadia

As i watch the sun set
over my private hell
i glance jealously
at the caged bird
it seems to have more freedom than i

its simple song
full of fear and pain
screams in my head

i take the fluttering bird
in my trembling palm
and close my hand

i stand on the window edge
and hold my still closed fist
out in front of me

opening my broken fingers
the bird takes flight
and i step forward

each into our own Arcadia