The First...

Here goes nothing. I'm embarking on an adventure. An adventure that I welcome with open hands and a poem...

Trapped
What are you hiding
in those amber eyes
what lurks beneath
the ridges of your skin
the soft underbelly
warmed
by white sand,
what happened
to bring you here
who banished you from your mother
and held you captive,
were there others before the woman
who sold you to me
or was she the first,
are you angry
that I keep you here
and strip you
of your defenses
or happy that I chose you
saved you
from somewhere far worse than this.
If I let you out
will you stay
or will you flee,
each day you’re trapped
is a day I save you
in my eyes
you are already free
you eat and sleep and play


with no fear
no predator
to fend off
no worries
you don’t have to work
to survive,
you may be trapped
in glass and plastic
and air,
but you understand
just like me
that freedom
doesn’t matter
if you’re happy.