Beauty free and flowing
Freedom that knows no bounds.
Carefree Love that sees no perfection in my being...
Today I received a gift from a fellow admirer.
The most beautiful bird in the prettiest of cages.
Her wings were bright, sleek, and unruffled.
The cage was gold and had shiny things hanging all over.
He was sweet enough to place a mirror in the cage so the bird could admire her own beauty.
As he handed it to me he whispered in my ear,
"This bird represents our Love."
His cold lips pressed to my cheek.
At that moment it meant nothing more to me but a sweet gesture.
I placed the bird close to a window so she could feel the warmth of the sun.
She would chirp and flutter around her cage daily.
This young vibrant bird was so energetic & graceful.
Day after Day her cheery nature would brighten my moods.
Early one morning I had noticed her chirping became quiet and faint.
The brilliance of her color has slowly fading into a dull almost colorless blend.
She would just sit perched on the branch facing the window.
The sparkle in her tiny beaded black eyes was no more then pits of emptiness.
As I sat back in my chair, I noticed that I too was staring out that same window.
Longing to stretch out my own wings and feel its invigorating lift to my soul.
Realizing that like this little bird, I too was caged. Caged in my own body to a man.
His arms are the gold steel rods and his love is the shiny things that capture my attention.
The mirror was so I could see what he was turning me into.
Weeks passed and months tun to years...
No more did I hear the chirping or the fluttering,
No more did my soul sing and no more did my feet have bountiful steps.
All there is to do now is to join my soul among the dark despair that has fallen upon it...
Sitting at that desk day after day routinely I notice this tapping noise...
It was Life so sweetly rapping at that window in the form of a long lively green tree branch in the wind...
In that instance I ran to the window, swung it open and as the wind swept in a cool breeze, I took a deep breath and was gone...
Just a whisper in the breeze....
Now and Only now does that little Bird Sing.....
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