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thisisnomyth) wrote2011-10-14 10:53 pm
thisisnomyth) wrote2011-10-14 10:53 pm
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When she was in a cage, she dreamed of freedom. It consumed her, devoured her whole and she couldn’t think of anything else. She sang when they told her to sang but her songs were always about freedom, about flying and the air beneath her wings. She couldn’t think of anything else.
And then the door was left open.
She stared at her, her eyes wide and unsure. She kept waiting for someone to come and shu7t it, to lock her away again because surely they would. She was a fine prize and no one would be foolish enough to let her go.
But no one came and she inched closer and closer to the door.
Her head poked out first and she breathed in the first moments of freedom. THe air didn’t seem any different, no cleaner or fresher than when she was in her cage. It didn’t matter though. n She kept going. Carefully, she exited the cage, always being quiet, always being careful to be able to dart back in if someone came.
And then she was out. She was free. The world was open to her in a way it had never been before.
And then it hit her all at once, a rush of sheer panic. She had the world. The entire world and she could go anywhere, do anything. She was free, there were no borders, no rules, no bounders. For a creature that grew up in cages, who had never known anything else, this was utterly terrifying.
But she knew she had to keep going, had to push past the fear because, in the end, freedom should win out over fear, it should win out over panic and anxiety and everything else that tries to crash into her and force her back into her cage.
Freedom and the ability to spread her wings and fly.
And then the door was left open.
She stared at her, her eyes wide and unsure. She kept waiting for someone to come and shu7t it, to lock her away again because surely they would. She was a fine prize and no one would be foolish enough to let her go.
But no one came and she inched closer and closer to the door.
Her head poked out first and she breathed in the first moments of freedom. THe air didn’t seem any different, no cleaner or fresher than when she was in her cage. It didn’t matter though. n She kept going. Carefully, she exited the cage, always being quiet, always being careful to be able to dart back in if someone came.
And then she was out. She was free. The world was open to her in a way it had never been before.
And then it hit her all at once, a rush of sheer panic. She had the world. The entire world and she could go anywhere, do anything. She was free, there were no borders, no rules, no bounders. For a creature that grew up in cages, who had never known anything else, this was utterly terrifying.
But she knew she had to keep going, had to push past the fear because, in the end, freedom should win out over fear, it should win out over panic and anxiety and everything else that tries to crash into her and force her back into her cage.
Freedom and the ability to spread her wings and fly.