My elbows were on my knees,
My thoughts lay in my hands,
Like a pirate under the lash,
This pain was not my plan.
I’m alone on this island,
Choices I’ve made to blame,
By my side for all these years,
Then a stranger you became.
Shall I live as a bird in this cage,
With a skirr of flightless wings.
Or learn to fly the sky delirious,
In prayerful song to sing?
Ronald Whetsell's Creative Writing and Poetry Blog 