by Mikaela N., 17

Her broken wing beat
against the rattling walls
of the confining cage.
She threw her body
against the door,
ripping herself to pieces.
She pecked at the lock
for months, until the
echos became explosive.
She beat herself
with the hope for
until all she knew
was life as a helpless
When they came for her,
she was too far gone.
She couldn’t be saved:
her mind had wavered,
her spirit had withered,
her soul had crumpled.
She would remain in
her beloved cage,
forever a jailbird.

Aurora, Ontario, Canada