I feel like a bird
Yes, like a bird
In this world where it's all about being molded
I am a bird looking for its own tree
My feathers are the colors I’ve been given
In every “thank you” I’ve received
My freedom has been slowly released
If you look at the sky and hear a bird
Maybe it’s me, flying by.
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Author:
Elizabeth Ross 4 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A great analogy and metaphor we are all birds released from the cage to which many of us return to feed not having learned how to fend for ourselves. Loved it
As in life, some birds make it and find their own tree and others continue to struggle in the search, enjoyed the read
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