Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Free Bird

No way out.
There is no way out.
There is no way out.
I have tried.
I have tried.
Last night I dreamed I was a bird
with my wings caught in a net.
I was crumpled and strangled and slowly dying
and I couldn’t get free.
I couldn’t get free.
My old friend Pam was in my dream.
She was a shaman now.
A poetess.
She had escaped her chains
and was wise.
She wore robes and draped herself in silver
and smelled of exotic oils.
She tried to tell me what to do.
She tried to help me to escape.
But I couldn’t get free.
No matter what I did,
I couldn’t get free.