Birds in a gilded cage

The birds in a gilded cage
Have forgotten to sing.
They tell me that they won’t fly away
Even if I opened the cage door for them.

‘We are safe and comfortable,
What more could we want?
We are fed well and taken care of.
The world outside is scary and unpredictable.
Why would we risk it all to venture out?’

They have a point,
And I understand the inertia of rest
They have submitted their whole existence to

But I am a bird of a different feather.
I would not trade my freedom to fly
For anything in this world.

Though there are days
When the storms ruffle my feathers.
And I feel like
I might drop dead from the sky,
Still-
I fly, I fly, I fly.

And hope that one day
A tiny fledgling will see my flight
And choose the sky over a gilded cage.

Us, Together

There are a thousand ways we fit perfectly 

Like the way your lips feel on my lips,

When you hold my hands,

When I rest my head on your chest.

When you can tell what is going on in my mind;

When I know exactly what you are talking about 

Even before you say it.

You intertwined with me -

And the fireworks that happen.

Even after a thousand times

It feels new every single time.

You waking up to feel my side of the bed 

With your hand to see if I am still beside you.

We walked through hellfire, my love,

And came out unscathed.

It has made us fearless.

We are so clear of the path ahead-

We are meant to be together.

The symphony we create is divine!

Everything else is just background noise.