A White Dove
A white dove, trapped where she was born, Bound by chains, never to have flown. Her wings unused, her spirit torn, Her mind reshaped, her dreams unknown. From afar, I watch her innocence shine, Her beauty, her grace—chained in thoughts confined. Sometimes my eyes, too, tear up in pain, Seeing her life held tight by chains. She learns the tricks they wish she'd know, Performing acts she does not love. With no choice given, she bends low, While others rise and soar above. She sees her sisters, young and free, Given paths she’ll never see. And in her gaze, no bitter light— Only love, dimmed by her plight. Yet, hope fades slowly from her chest, As dreams dissolve, she finds her place. She lives as told, for them, no less— A dove, who’s bound to silent grace. A.V "For Someone Traped in Chains of Old Mindsets"