final diagnosis


Flying the Coop

imprisoned by pain
only mind over matter
will cut my chains

Standing tiptoe
Morning evening I’ve relished
secondhand Bay window views
most days birds atwitter
exuberantly cut patterns
Revealing skies anew
covey of swaying wings
Delightfully unfurl skies
flirting with cloud swell
Bottled moth that I am
I taste freedom’s ice cube
thus in mouth daily
So near so far
That is how life is
Cruelly tantalizing
Promise made yesterday..I too shall
spread my wings sauntering out
cutting chains of own fears’ making

Painting: Dali


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