Black feathers quiver in damp air
The crocked branches of the slikened dark tree reach up to the sky
A deserted valley stretches out all the way to the horizon
Ready for takeoff, ready for the flight.
They daren’t fly
Just let it stream past
Bony feet clutch the dead branch underneath them
Sharp claws now bland
Once strong muscles
Years of captivity soil the spirit
Break the spirit
Take the spirit
Cages come in all sizes and shapes
Some can be seen glistening in the sunlight
Others, invisible to the eye
All the same.
Hold on to conformity
Keep the form
Stay in line
A breeze flows in
Reminder of The Self
Of rights inherent to All Things
Honour – of rocks and grass and animals and all forms of life.
Chains cannot take the right to live
Imprison the mind
Tie down the heart
Is Not an option.
Is Not debatable.
Life will not get better
If you don’t give it the chance.
It is not the chains that tie you to that dead tree.
Take back what never was
Theirs to take.
Only yours to give.
But why would you?
Spread the weakened bones
Stretch the wings and – Fly.
Feel the breeze stroke through blackened feathers
Stand tall, look up
Straight in the eye of your fear