Thursday, September 18, 2014

Maya Angelou

This is something I wrote the day she passed away... Just found it in my drafts. Not sure if it's finished or not.




The caged bird sang from within her cage,
bound by anger, confusion, and rage.
Always longing for something more,
The chance to spread her wings and soar.

The caged bird paces up and down,
Stuck in a darkness spiraling 'round.
If only someone had the key,
They could set the caged bird free.

One day the caged bird found a place,
Full of people who showed her grace.
It didn't matter who she was, or where she'd been,
They spoke of a Man who had forgiven her sins.

The caged bird suddenly had a thought,
What if  she stood up and fought?
Instead of letting herself be ruled,
by a life with things unfair and cruel?

With humility the caged bird's heart did fill,
Knowing this Man who loved her still.
No longer was she defined by her past,
But lived in a love that she knew would last.