I am like a bird in a cage,
But my words set me free like a bird out of rage.
With each stroke of the pen, I soar high,
And feel as happy as a bird in the open sky.
Writing is my ocean, my sea,
And I’m as content as a fish swimming free.
But when I’m away from words, I quiver,
Like a fish out of water, with no river.
I’m strong as the trees in the forest,
But without words, I experience autumn fall at its darkest.
Yet, when my pen starts to dance and sing,
I feel the glee of spring, like a bird on the wing.
So I’ll keep on writing, with all my might,
And let my words take flight, day and night.
For they are the wind beneath my wings,
And the magic that makes my heart sing.
The post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z written for the alphabet S.
S is for simile.
