by Brenna Smith
Because the walls that entrapped her
were invisible,
the bird never perceived that she was trapped,
nor understood why her soul sorrowed,
nor thought to blame
her failure to fly
on anything but the weakness of her wings
Until the day when the walls were withdrawn
and she found herself
once more
free to fly in the open air.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Brenna Smith is a writer, musician, and teacher born and raised in the Skagit Valley of Washington State and currently based out of Fort Worth, Texas. Her two proudest accomplishments are being impossible to find in hide-and-seek and memorizing Lucky's entire speech from Waiting for Godot.
Last updated April 11, 2025