I have a strong urge to fly
But I have nowhere to fly to
The walls become ever closer
Ever colder
As the warmth escapes me outside
From yonder shores I see the inmates
They crumble
Suffocate
Beneath their pride
But in their place, I suffer not
No
In fact, I thrive
The beasts that hold them captive
Broke their world like glass
But in my world these demons
Have yet to make a crack
These birds are used to freedom
Without which they cannot last
But unlike them
I have lost nothing
Not a scratch
One day, they'll fly away
And I'll reach out to join them
But alas
While they have a flock to return to
I'll be left to pass
And so when the time has come
For liberty to return
The truth would have never been more clear
That I never had a part
And now with heavy heart I see
As I long for something more
I was never made a prisoner
Other than that of my own inquisitor
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I Have a Strong Urge to Fly
PoetryA brief poem chronicling my feelings and experience with isolation in the past few years, especially what I've noticed now during the pandemic.