Freedom
I do not understand
That feeling of being completely and utterly free.
The act of being without doubt,
Having a certain sense of blissful wholeness.
I cannot comprehend,
The representation of an eagle.
For I am but a broken wing,
a featherless mass of splintered bones.
I have a driven longing for flight,
But no matter my will
I am still unable to fly.
I wander among the others instead,
my thoughts encased in sarcasm,
my body a toy solider,
and my heart bleeding acid tears.
Therefore, I can fathom imprisonment.
The thick iron bars that contain me within,
my hands extending into the bitter cold.
half closed pupils float above the changing tides,
my ankles chained to the everlasting darkness.
I fear I will never escape this impound.
But then a realization washes over,
the cage is me.
