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WHAT IF I DIDN'TLIVE in a cage? If I didn't have chains shackling my every movement; if I were bestowed the freedom to fly?
I would soar to the highest alps; I'd memorize all the nooks and crannies this mountain has hidden from common sight. My wings, unclipped, would stretch towards the sun, an incoming Icarus minus the wax--because my feathers would be made of steel. And as I flew through the clouds, my shadow would cast over the land below. Everyone would know it was me.
What if my trembles translated into meaningful movements? And instead, the once untamed earthquakes burst into a beautiful lilt? If I let the life force within me part from death's domain. Brave enough to roar into reality what everyone else was scared to whisper.
What if I didn't shoulder the sadness in this world? If my tears dispersed into waters that nourished vast forests? No longer would my pillow collect trails of salt. Instead every sentiment cried would brim, overflow the confines of my room, and baptize, cleanse, me until I am no longer an abomination. No longer a degenerate, nor a misfit. Every night would bestow me pleasant dreams, easing into lullabies, as I embrace the cradling arms I have come to know to be my happiness--my solace.
And what if the mirror I gazed upon shone back the most ridiculously majestic being that ever graced the Earth? Teeming with such glamour even Aphrodite dared not compete. The masses would hail my presence, worship the very ground I walked, kiss the very bulk of my shoe. Because my rule depended upon others' vulnerability. And I would be beauty, reborn.
So... what if I possessed all such traits? Attained perfection in my grasp?
