Genie

Genie ~ (photograph by Dean Pasch)

No I am not a genie

Can grant no wishes

Why then

Bottle me?

 

Walls closing

Throttling spirit

Bruising wings

Into battered caving

 

Thrashing

Against domination

Reduced to abysmal

Submission

 

Outwardly dead

Mourning own death

In black white, coming alive

In riotously colored insides

 

Conditioned to play

Cards dealt by life

Patiently bided time

For own sunshine

 

Fate the joker

Gave relief

In one fell swoop

Chicken fled the coop

 

Fluttering feathers in verdant fields

Pirouetting under sky’s blue canopy

Breathing air of freedom in languorous

Inhalations, exhalations, finally

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