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This Cage by Sue Hobbs

 

I built this cage in which I roost and do not fly
I built the wall behind which I quietly die
I built the prison with its great stone walls
I made this silence where nothing calls
  or seems to call to me.
I built this place where
 no one dances
 no one sings
 no one plays
 no one brings
  the light in.
I built this place.
 It is my place.
  My dark heart place.

I'm opening the cage so I can fly
I'm finding the door so I won't die
I'm fleeing the prison and its terrible walls
I'm breaking the silence where my god calls
  has always called to me
To leave this place,
 to dance
 to sing
 to play
 to bring
  the light in
To the places --
 all the places --
  where dark hearts wait.

© Susan N. Hobbs.  All rights reserved.



Not the Storm by Sue Hobbs

 

This is not the storm. Oh, no.
This is the breeze
That rustles through trees
Hinting at what bears it forward.

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