My clockwork sparrow is caged in bars of fear.
Its song is lonely, but it’s so clear.
My wooden rose was planted in a pot of glass.
It grows root bound, as time begins to pass.
A bronze sun blazes free to be who it wants to be
A moon trapped in its orbit, fails to see what the sun can see
She smiles so brightly, but so alone
As stars fall, only we believe what is known
It’s hard to fly, but it’s hard to fall
So we glide until we lose it all
We forget the sun and clouds on our crown
We forget the freedom of tumbling down
We simply wait to live
While we have nothing to give
We slowly wither away
With nothing good to say
Let the clockwork dolls fill with life
Let them escape this world of strife
Let them shake off the rust and age
Let the rose grow and the sparrow out of the cage.
Stormy Headley is a young and fresh writer working toward her bachelor’s degree in creative writing at SNHU. She thrives in her poetry, short stories, and novellas, and carries her own style in her work. She’s excited to share her creative worlds with those who are willing to read.
