A caged wild bird, thinking I was safe, the cage, my home. Domesticated to the point of being afraid to fly
(or resolute not to.)
The saddened truth struck, it wasn't where I belonged.
I struggled to spread my wings.
It took time.
Eight years, to be exact.
I felt what the nightingale felt when her Emperor replaced her with a shiny new artificial one.
And, like she, I would return if he ever needed me.
But
I freed myself from that self-made bondage.
I, can fly.
(or resolute not to.)
The saddened truth struck, it wasn't where I belonged.
I struggled to spread my wings.
It took time.
Eight years, to be exact.
I felt what the nightingale felt when her Emperor replaced her with a shiny new artificial one.
And, like she, I would return if he ever needed me.
But
I freed myself from that self-made bondage.
I, can fly.