Trapped poetry by Ashley Pentycofe
TRAPPED
I look past the glass
At the tempting light
The leaves take flight and dance in the arms of the wind
They dance gracefully to their own symphonies
As I sit trapped inside they are free
The ones who are timid bounce in place on the arms of their mother
Occasionally one gets courageous and gets carried away
Joining the others in their freedom dance
Teasing me and the others who are trapped in this cage
We too long to bask in the light, to dance without fear
Suddenly the glass vanishes
I reach through the whole
The wind yanks me from my cage
I am free to dance at last
Ashley Pentycofe 7/10/2012