I crawled out of my cage and stretched until I stood tall.
And it occurred to me that it had no lock.
I was free to roam wherever I want. No longer tethered.
The rain felt colder and wetter, soothing me, watering me like a seed.
I picked up my cage and began to walk.
And it occurred to me that it was not heavy, as I had expected, but as light as the feathers it perhaps once held.
I wandered aimlessly hoping to find a target, a direction that made sense.
I tired.
And it occurred to me that I could find rest inside my cage.
I crawled inside, bending and twisting until I fit.
Perfectly comfortable in its familiarity.
And it occurred to me that perhaps it wasn’t a cage at all.
Or perhaps I had become complacent in it’s capture.
Oh, I really like the closing. ❤
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I love the message in this and the way this progresses to it’s closing. The questions add even more power to the poem. I absolutely love this Amber! A beautiful and wise poem indeed! I do hope you will join us again sometime soon!!
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Love it, mama! (;
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This is provoking a ton of thought in me … loved it!
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AHA! The danger in allowing it to become too comfortable, and the spirit of adventure is gone.
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Ah, yes, sometimes we crave the familiarity of our cages…
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Like Carrie, you get to the heart of a thing.
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Like mother, like daughter. 😉
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This is a very interesting contemplation, especially the trying to fit oneself inside the cage which I am sure many of us have experienced at one time or another.
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Amber I like the seeds you’re planting with this. Very tasty.
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Love this.
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I love the progress of this – so well written.
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Carrie shared this and i am happy she did. This is beautiful, very philosophical and a strong end Nothing wrong with being complacent especially when the cage has no lock
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