Though voiceless in speech, unable to soar, my spirit roars,

In the quiet dance of hands, like the beating of wings, my tale is spun,

yet each gesture does not bring flight, every sign, emotionless,

unspoken words, a song unsung, a journey not yet begun,

my face, hidden from my captor’s eyes, does not express what it should,

denied the wings to soar, disallowed desires to fly beyond this abode,

the essence of my spirit is lost, tethered in this cage, concealed by my mask,

But within, a fiery spirit builds pressure, waiting for a breeze, ready to explode.

to break free like a flaming phoenix, to sing my song, not someone else’s words.

I exist like a young bird with an old soul, hidden strength builds behind closed doors,

held by my Captors in their sheltered world, a gilded cage, tightly sealed,

yet like wings, my hands, dance in movement, ever stronger but ever silent.

Desire fuels my strength and freedom whispers though my heart is appealed.

I create within my mind, what I hide, like a painter with no canvas,

In silent protest, exchanging brush for spray can, I impatiently wait.

In my genius, I express dreams and desires that can only be seen.

Still,  if I can’t unlock my cage, I will graffiti Liberty’s gate,

They will open it then, to clean the cage, and I will take that moment to escape!

Denied the sky, denied the key, yet as I wait in the silent echoes, I am free.

For deep in the restless quiet, in my silence resilience thrives,

Capable, yet confined in the embrace of entitled love.

I sing silent songs, an echo of my ambitions, that no barrier deprives.

It is a ceaseless pursuit in mind tormenting me, this yearning for freedom, 

though in love confining, their hesitation of my freedom is a chain upon my flight,

while my independence beckons, I hear the distant call of a wild bird,

and within, my spirit’s flame, though caged, for this love of mine burns ever bright,

In silent determination, behind my mask I cry, Yet I know I shall fly– eventually.