The Blood & The Bones

I am but a wild thing

Chained, abated

Caught, caged, suffering

Fingers curled around the bars

that life has put around me

Can you see who I really am?

Do you see the flowers in my hair?

The flight in my soul?

The wind in my feet?

A dandelion seed upon the wind

Struck down by rain

Pinned to the ground

Never to fly again

I am but a wild thing

And you cannot save me

LL