i am but a tiny dove

oh, tiny lonesome heartbroken dove,
i will save you.

birds of every nation sing with bravado and hop around with curious eyes,
every so often directing a glance to the sweet silent dove trembling in the corner.
they could never comprehend her agony, her confusion.
she is cold and exposed.
she is flaunted in an enormous glass box.
displayed for all to criticize.
to accuse.
she gracefully turns her face downward as little dove tears trickle on her breast.
i will save you.

i would carry you to a place of sanctuary.
of solitude.
you would have room to grow
to breathe
to exist.
i would never cage you, only show you what love is as you dream in my lap.
i will save you.

we are the same.