Untitled Poem from Living in Oregon

Long ago,
I was shoved into a corner.
And there I rested for three long years.

And like a butterfly,
I broke free of my confining cocoon.
Broke free of the cage of oppression
That had long bound me quiet.

I lived quite happily in the free air.
Flying, breathing, and living.
I had heartache, but nothing like before.

And eight years later,
This butterfly is suffocating in a jar.
Surrounded by freaks, alcoholics, and druggies.
I long to be free from this hot jar,
Free to spread my wings and fly once more.

Can you please unscrew the lid,
And set me free?

--August 10, 2009 @ 9:26pm