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Cecile Havenga Mar 2012
I was asleep,
Closed eyes and lost mind
Woke up.
Still dreaming of the flowing rivers
Remembering the unending waterfalls,
Into the depth unreaching.
Coming up for air,
A sweet breath of freadom.
The swirling current to strong
With hands pushing from above.
Splashing in need.

There be no sweet breath.

No life raft to reach.

Feat growing heavy
Legs and arms weary
The abbility to float lost in the down poar.

Wondering...
Begging...
SCREAMING!

But the crashing down of water's to loud.
Unable to be heard.
Never to be seen again.

The drought doesn't come,
The dam is never buildt,
The sky fills with dark clouds
And the rain pours down.
You taught me how to fly
Just to cut my wings off
And when I tried to glide
You put me in the box

Locked me in a cage I couldn’t escape
I thought I could find freadom if I soared away
But you find ways to make me stay

Feathers on the floor, scissors on the drawer
your new technique to keep me around your garden,
to leave me a walking bird.

You seized my all, left me torn
Now, obligated to dwell in your world
I don’t wanna call you mine
But I am yours

— The End —