Setting Free The Little Black Bird...

and this i remember
when i was yet a young boy
in a far away village

i caught a black bird
in my handmade trap
and it was trying to
escape from the hold of
my hands,

at first i liked to bring it home
and show to father
but then i looked at its eyes
begging for mercy to be
set free

and i heeded to its flee
i released that little black bird free

x x x x

it is the same now between me and my body
this trap and this soul that begs now to be set free
this little black bird begging for mercy
it shall be set free
that young boy understands
it is this body.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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