For birds within a cage, it's a big and frightening world
For a woman outside, I'm a very young girl
And though the iron bars are open, she doesn't want to leave
Outside these thorny walls she doesn't know just how to sing
Though safe he holds them open, she falters at the start
If he is not true, her game is lost; he'd trample o'er her heart
The gates remain left open, but the bird does not take wing
For safe within these thorny walls, she knows just how to sing
She steps out into the sunlight,
A world she learns to ride
Life, faith, and love, and family
He stable at her side
He calls, he smiles, he beckons
Happy though she knew
Her freedom given, her happy home:
He has bars, sometimes, too.
2 comments:
Oh my god this was beautiful, thank you, I want to relish in a deep place of tease & pain.
As a fellow submissive, i have to say this poem is AMAZING. i relate to it many ways. i was always following my family's rules and guidance (the thorns that i knew), and met my Daddy. He did trample my heart and make me realize things i never knew before, and help me find my wings. i loved this post. If you would ever like to share your poems or blogs on our sites mastersmunchbar.com or collaredmagazine.com we'd appreciate it. Thanks you
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