caged bird

6 1 0
                                    

    I devour a slice of pudding as I sit by the window and stare at the view in front of me

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

I devour a slice of pudding as I sit by the window and stare at the view in front of me. I see a magnificent shade of blue in the sky, with the wind moving side to side. The trees are breathing and the leaves are dancing. I look at the scenery and reflected upon the things I have released and yet to release. I see myself as a caged bird, unwilling to move, unwilling to fly and unwilling to let go. I've always been trapped inside this cage and I don't know what it feels like to fly high above the sky. I consider myself as a caged bird for there are things that hinder me to become the person I want myself to be. For some reasons, I'm trapped because I'm filled with anxiety and fear. Fear of the unknown. I fear whatever it is that comes and goes because I know that nothing stays and that nothing lasts forever. I'm unwanted because I feel like people are reluctant to approach me. I'm unwanted because I feel like I'm always misunderstood and that I never felt like I was heard, seen and valued.

I'm a caged bird. My wings are torn. My eyes are sad and I am lonely. However, I start to bid my goodbye to the cage I've been trapped inside.

"It's time to break free. It's time to let you go. It's time to move on. It's time to forgive and forget. It's time to heal. It's time to let people understand me. It's time to be open towards them. It's time to live life the way I want it to live, without letting anyone define what I want for myself. It's time to stop letting people define me because I know that I am capable of doing things that I put my whole heart into. And lastly, it's time to be lost and found."

My wings are torn, but they'll heal.
My eyes are sad, but they won't always be.
I am lonely, but I know that I don't have to be anymore.
I was once lost, but now found.
And it's time-
It's time to be found.

I bid goodbye to you, caged bird.
May you always be safe and sound.
You're no longer a caged bird.
You're the writer of your own story.
You're the girl of your dreams.
You're the person you want you to be.
You're just lost.
But now,
You're willing to be found.
And that I am proud of you for letting them find you because you've been wanting this your whole life.
You've been wanting to escape from the cage.
You've been wanting to be free.

Now, I say to thee,
You're finally free.

Lost and FoundWhere stories live. Discover now