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CAGED BIRD 🕊️
<p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>I was born with wings,</p><p>Yet I have never known the sky.</p><p>I watch the clouds pass over me,</p><p>While my wings remain folded,</p><p>And I wonder:</p><p>What is the purpose of wings</p><p>If I cannot fly?</p><p><br/></p><p>Every morning, I sing,</p><p>Not because I am happy,</p><p>But because I need someone to hear me.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Can you hear me?”</p><p>I call from behind these bars.</p><p>“Do you know I am still here?”</p><p><br/></p><p>I peck at the cage,</p><p>I push against the iron,</p><p>I flap my wings until they ache.</p><p>But the cage does not move.</p><p><br/></p><p>So I talk.</p><p><br/></p><p>I talk to the walls.</p><p>I talk to the empty air.</p><p>I talk to the birds outside</p><p>Who fly freely above my head.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Tell me,” I ask them,</p><p>“What does freedom feel like?”</p><p><br/></p><p>They never answer.</p><p><br/></p><p>Perhaps they do not hear me.</p><p>Or perhaps freedom has made them forget</p><p>What it feels like to be trapped.</p><p><br/></p><p>Days become weeks.</p><p>Weeks become months.</p><p>And my little world becomes smaller.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sometimes, I stop singing.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sometimes, I wonder</p><p>If I was meant to live here.</p><p>Perhaps these bars are my home.</p><p>Perhaps my wings were a mistake.</p><p><br/></p><p>But something within me whispers,</p><p><br/></p><p>“You were made to fly.”</p><p><br/></p><p>So I keep talking.</p><p><br/></p><p>I keep calling.</p><p><br/></p><p>I keep believing</p><p>That someone will hear me.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then one quiet morning,</p><p>I heard footsteps.</p><p><br/></p><p>The farmer came.</p><p><br/></p><p>He stood before my cage</p><p>And looked at me.</p><p><br/></p><p>For a moment,</p><p>Neither of us spoke.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then his hands reached for the lock.</p><p><br/></p><p>Click!! </p><p><br/></p><p>The door opened.</p><p><br/></p><p>I froze.</p><p><br/></p><p>I had spent so long behind the bars</p><p>That freedom frightened me.</p><p><br/></p><p>I looked at the open door.</p><p>Then I looked at my wings.</p><p><br/></p><p>The farmer smiled and said,</p><p><br/></p><p>“You are free.”</p><p><br/></p><p>And for the first time,</p><p>I understood: </p><p><br/></p><p>"The cage had never changed who I was, I was still what I was always created to be"</p><p><br/></p><p>I was still a bird.</p><p><br/></p><p>I still had wings.</p><p><br/></p><p>And the sky</p><p>Had been waiting for me all along.</p><p><br/></p><p>So I flew.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not because I had forgotten the cage,</p><p>But because I had finally discovered</p><p>That I was never created</p><p>To live inside it.</p>

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