"The Broken Cage"

Alone 
in the broken cage
she sits 
with no voice
...yet

The riddles slowly 
drain away
and understanding approaches
bringing hope 
from the lunatic past

The mist builds soft and grey around her
sitting as she does with horrid events
piled haphazardly about 
rusting, shriveling to dust
as she banishes them to the past

Her tears have long dried
she can feel her heart flutter
promising life
and a world where solitude
is not the only safety

In the hush
soft as a hummingbird
she hears his laugh
and 
...smiles

c. 1/11/09, B. Riley