Are You Water, Struggling to Find Your Way Home?

A poem

James Deagle
Write Under the Moon
Jun 18, 2024


five birds flying over the sea
Photo by frank mckenna on Unsplash

Are you a caged bird
with mad flapping wings,
beating against constraints
that are oblivious to your captivity?

Are you endless righteous anger,
blinding like burning magnesium,
destined to finally surrender
in exchange for a scrap of mercy?

Are you water, struggling to
find your way home via the lowest ground,
back to an ocean you recall
only from a fever dream?