A Thousand Tigers

By Ruth Calder Murphy - Arciemme

The door of my cage is open.
Will I dare
go there,
where tigers prowl?
The bars of my cage are soft.
Will they be
pillows for me
to dream of freedom?
Or will they yield to my touch,
my wings stretched wide,
fall away at the up beat
and on the down beat,
watch me rise?
My wings have the strength of a thousand tigers.
The door of my cage is open
and the world waits.