Am I the bird in flight, or am I the cage,Enclosing my world in steel, silent rage?Perhaps I am both, the foundation and the bound,Yearning for freedom, yet the door cannot be found.My wings, once strong, now clipped by fear’s embrace,My feet tethered to earth, longing for open space.In this prison of metal, a paradox… Continue reading Caged
A Voice for Authenticity
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