a litany of ruminations

XIV : caged bird: i want to see the sky (just one more time)

(little bird, little bird sings of freedom

(but behind thin black bars is all she knows

and too late she tries to fly away)

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little bird, why do you not sing?

do you not sing of freedom? do you not want to fly free?

floor-length hair like a curtain of silk dyed with ink, and wings to match

("pretty little bird, why don't you sing for me?")

(the birdcage matched too. huh. an iron prison, cruel and mocking.)

one day her cage had been opened

and she...she

didn't

want to sing for her

master

A N Y M O R E

she wanted to sing for

herself.

if this was the last thing she did, she

wouldn't regret it.

she ran

and

leapt,

and

s o a r e d

(fleetingly short, yet a vivid melody roaring, crashing, rushing through her ears)

before

she came

crashinG

D

  O

      W

             N

(she smiled because she was free)

(she could sing now only for herself)

and she finally knew what it was like, to breathe in sweet sweet fresh air, to fly free on the rushing wind, the feel the blazing sun warm her skin with golden light and the blue blue sky

(she would always remember that blue. always.)

(she knew why the caged bird sings. the sweet taste of freedom was tinged bitter. but she was free(and she smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks

she was happy.

the ground rushed to meet her----)

(I've always wanted to see the sky.)

it was the last thing she saw before infinite white,

pure as an angel's wings.