The day has become ecstatically beautiful. I can hear birds chirping and calling to one another as they rush through the sky. The breeze ruffles my hair and I know that I am ready. Ready to leave. Ready to escape captivity. The heat from the sun has dried the walls of my prison. I run my hands across
the rough stone and begin my ascent. Where the climb had at first seemed challenging, my determination overcomes resistance. I reach the top and pull myself out of the
hole. I lay on grass that is as soft and sweet smelling. I close my eyes and
soak in the warmth of the sun. I lay for hours, feeling the path of the sun as
it moves across the sky, feeling the wind as it whispers through the grass and trees. I open my eyes and rise. As I smile at my
surroundings, I gasp as I feel the exquisite silk of my wings flutter against
my arms. They gently lift me off the ground and I am elated. My journey to
freedom is complete. I am whole once more. No longer will I be held captive. I
am free.
No comments:
Post a Comment