You look at trees and cry out to fly unencumbered to their branches,
knowing that their leaves dance on the wind.

Fearful of the rain, you instead choose the sheltered perch and find comfort in your tethers, though they bind your flight.

You dare not even fully comprehend the forest in all its dark surprise. The shadows reflect what you have long denied, as you fancy yourself in the sun and shielded in a golden cage.

But the shadows would lead you to the light through the dense cover of trees. You would then soar into the sky, having released your fetters.

Raucous bird. You prattle in the shrieking tones of a fledgling to a sky that is foreign to you, bitter at the changing clouds. Yet you boast of your wisdom and preen in your cleverness.

Anger and pride mask the fear beneath your trembling wings and mocks the trust you cling to as protection against your fragility.

Break the bonds. Take courage into the wind and feel the freedom that has always been your birthright. Dare to imagine a life beyond your own boundaries.

L.G. Figgins © 2009