I didn’t know I was a bird.

I didn’t know my wings were clipped.

I didn’t know the little metal band wasn’t always around my foot. 

I didn’t know my home was a cage.

Now I know.

My muscles are stiff and sore and the view is unfamiliar.

I am hungry because no one comes to fill the dish, I no longer sit next to.

The rain on my wings is also unfamiliar but I like the way it feels.

Now I know.

I spread my wings, they feel long, full and strong.

I soar and glide on the warm breeze.

When I sing no one is listening but the song is new and beautiful.

Sometimes I feel alone but mostly,

 I just feel free.

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