Trapped
Light fills the space but the image around him is distorted
His wings beat as if he is free but the invisible barrier limits his movement
A glass dome surrounding him so perfectly clear, but everything around him is warped.
He sees people he used to love through the encapsulated state
They do not look the same and he begins to feel hate for their new forms. He used to love us.
His wings continue to move, he does not know he’s trapped.
The iridescent dust on them gradually dulling and greying.
How do we free him when he does not know he is trapped and he feels safe in this new space?
His love of beauty and happiness continues to fade as the glass keeps the wind from his wings and the sunlight from his soul. Life and time are passing by
The ones he loves are growing, their forms changing. His love is suspended and his perspective is confined.
We must make ourselves heard through the glass that is now clouded in the dust from
His wings. To break him free and let him out.
One day he will fly again.