Flung Open

Flung open
the little gate to this cage
has stood for some time.

I’ve sat
not sure how to even
test my wings aching
from the stress of flight
or perhaps sore
from the trap where I’ve languished long.

But then You ride in
to release from prison
this captive,
to bind up this heart broken,
proclaiming the good news
of how free I’ve been.

Desperately hopeful I stagger
a scarlet wing,
a soft, round body,
two tiny feet
this threshold.

by Ashley Katherine Denning
January 9, 2015

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