Honey Waters


Walking along the road
you saw what was perceived as a broken bird
watching it, you observed it was knocked out
still breathing, no broken bones
you picked it up and brought it home
the bird soon woke and flew out the window
wanting this bird for yourself
you continued to leave honey water in its path
diligence and patients are your strengths
offerings and honey water

One day a terrible wind came and blew the bird out of its home
ever so prepared you ran out and picked it up
comatose, motionless, unaware
this time you had prepared a cage for the little bird
lots of honey water was supplied
till this little bird began to heal
but there was something wrong
something evil in the air
the cage was kept in a deep dark dungeon
with only a sliver of light coming through a crack in the wall

Days past and the bird began to lose hope
all it wanted to do was see the clouds and the sky
to fly with the wind and be free
the bird was delirious, drugged 
all it could do was sleep
to sleep life away for it had no hope
confined and imprisoned behind the bars made of silk
panic started to race through its heart
everyday it got weaker
if it did not leave soon 
it would surly die
then this little bird began to conserve its to strength
everyday it would pull a thread from the ribbons
never drawing attention to its frayed edge
then one day while the capture was in a deep sleep
the bird gathered her feathers and flew
it flew high into the sky
it did not stop for a moment
not till all the poisoned honey water was out of its system
landing on the very top of a tree in the country
the bird was finally able to rest
you could hear it cry in the night
you could hear its cries in the winds
it cried so much that its tears turned into endless rains
its tears filled the rivers and flooded the lands
till one day it woke in a room so full of light
the bird could see it with its eyes still closed
the light rejuvenated the bird

Still, the memory of the dark cage will never leave
never again will the bird be hypnotized or enticed by honey waters
for sweet waters are not real

Morel of the story:
the water may seem clear
the water may taste sweet
but evil lurks
in waters dark and deep
may 10 2017