Caged Animal
Theres a bird caged in my mind
Fiercly flapping around from one side to the other
Bumping the walls
Scratching away
Despiritly wishing to break free
It screeches
So loud that no other voice exists
It cries
and wails
and paces
and flaps
and falls
over and over again
It doesnt stop.
The professor speaks, and bird is quiet a moment
The tasks pile
and I sit there staring at it all
as the bird screeches,
and squawks bloody murder
begging to fly again
But I can't set it free
Or I won't set it free
For it is a wild bird
There's no telling where it will go
what it will do
who it will meet
or who it would be
It flows with the wind
becomes the wind
even if it changes course
It's beautful.
But the bird is a wild bird
Once released
it will destroy any obsticle in the way
No matter how attentive I was in my plans
No matter what path I decided to take
No matter what people wish the path for me that once was
None of it is of any importance to the bird.
It will claw
and destroy
and hurt everyone and everything that held it back
that made it stay locked away in the cage.
But they're my family
My friends
My coworkers
My neighbors
Myself
My life
Everything I've ever knew.
I dont know how much longer I can withstand the sounds.
But is it really so selfish of me to wish the bird free?
-R.V
