Upon Painted Wings Poem by Angela Wybrow

Upon painted wings, you silently fly;
For your freedom, you silently cry.
Upon your travels, you took a wrong turn,
And now for you I feel such concern.

To be on this train wasn't your choice,
And you can't tell a soul as you haven't a voice.
Of this world, you've a whole different vision,
And now, on this train, you're accidentally imprisoned.

Before my eyes, you flutter around,
And I pray your freedom will soon be found.
As the train rushes towards the next station.
Inside of me, I can feel your frustration.

When the doors open, I feel the cool breeze,
And you make your escape with incredible ease.
Our time together may have been brief,
But deep down inside I feel such relief.

To regain your freedom you hoped for a chance,
So that through the fresh air you could once again dance.
My heart feels happy: glad that you've gone -
So that with your life you're free to go on.