Am I In Or Am I Out?

beyond all your hands
i shall be another dove
when you try to enclose me
i coo,
begging, i come with a song
mistaken as pleasure
it is a philosophy of
freedom,
an entreaty that you
shall never
fully understand
for i myself is that
stranger
between a door
confused whether he is
in or
out,
when i fly away
i shall carry only my own wings
i leave my claws
and beak
and some feathers
so i may be as light
as a sigh

i need to see a door
and feel it with my hands
when i open it

how can i? my hands
have been bartered for
wings
that i always dream of.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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