& my gob only begs for a passage
through your half-opened heart
but now, i am stuck — plunged into
a journey of dilemma.

why? i am left with a hole
which sits the middle of my chest.
my liver bleeds, white blood gushing
from your painful hook.

my broken wings are ready
to soar the sky once more,
but they are bound together
with your pain-inflicted wire.

my wings must choose
between captivity or flight,
caged in love or soaring high,
in skies forever bright.