Caged

I am a bird.

I look out,

but only to see a bright and golden,

cage restraining me.

My freedom, my power, my joy.

Restrained from being free.

I spread my l wings,

my beautiful wings,

representing my freedom,

my power,

my joy.

But I am held back.

By a chain.

I sit and watch.

I see my fellow bird friends.

They are flying free, happy and are in power of their own life.

I am sad.

I start to whistle.

I commence a song.

Singing louder and louder,

till the cage starts to shake.

I grow stronger,

glowing and bright I spread my wings,

and I break free from that chain,

the every so mean,

the every so restraining.

I burst out of the cage,

glowing, strong, bright,

beautiful and powerful.

Nothing can stop me,

I am freedom.

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