Yearning- A Poem

I feel...like a bird in a cage.
It's a very lovely cage, but a cage nonetheless.

I look out, and see people

Who have what I will someday

I want those things

Here, now

I want what will be

To finally be

There's that whole spiel

About waiting and good things

I've waited a long

Time

I look at those

Who no longer

Have to wait

And I wonder

Are you appreciative of
All you have?

Or do you take for granted

What you've been blessed with?

Fly

I am a bird
Trapped here in my cage

Continually watching the world

Through the bars of my prison

The cage is lovely

As is the view

But my space grows smaller

With each and every day

The world I see

Stretched before me

Has so much to offer

I yearn, for just the smallest bit of freedom

My wings beat hopelessly

As I try to leave

Though it is for naught

And I settle to the bottom, defeated

I yearn for that day

When the door to my confines

Swings open and allows me a way out

Still, I will cautiously approach

Afraid of a cruel trick

And a slamming door

Just as I begin to spread my wings

Just as I begin to fly