Trapped in a myriad
of memory's texture and scent,
I move objects cautiously
lest I cause an emotional avalanche.
A soundless cacophony
deafens my reason
as I grope my way past
stopped clocks and dusty picture frames
only to beat my wings against
the bent bars of a gilded bird cage.
Inspired by: Monday Musings: July 7, 2014 - Image Prompt