She stared at the window,
longingly knowing that freedom
was beyond the forcefield.
Wanting to know what freedom
felt like against her silvery wings.
What the sun's calling heat felt like
on her beak.
The window left cracked--
she pulled herself up and
nudged her feathers out.
trying to move like the world did:
effortlessly and beautiful
she fluttered and flapped
...uselessly.
She stared up at the forcefieldof torture and longing dreams.
The home had paralyzed her.
Her efforts were shallow. Her
bravery was halted. She hoped
to fly, to mend, to live without
clipped wings.
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