With you I am a caged bird – I do not sing. I cannot fly.
You fed me seeds of doubt mixed with insecurities.
I always hated how I felt in it.
Nonetheless, I grew from it.
If you gave me the chance, I would have come back home.
I would have seen the world and be reminded of true love,
and fly back to where I felt safe.
But you confined my voice
and made me believe I couldn’t sing.
Now, after so long, with no place to go,
I’m disgusted with these iron-like barriers that prevented me from soaring.
You do not lift me.
You do not fill me.
You’ve clip my wings.
And you’ve injected me with boredom.
But I’m learning to fly.
And even though I sometimes fall in the depths of loneliness,
the wind feels like freedom.
It picks me up,
I catch it’s buoyancy and I glide.
And although I’m still finding my way,
I know exactly where to go.
I was born with this instinct