Keys To This Cage

You lift your wings, but then you did not let go and what you thought was goodbye, was really hello. You were meant for the sky, but chained to the land you recite pretty lies because they were in demand. You never left this place carved from comfort and fear of unknown paths that lay somewhere out there. You grew bitter at the bars but sadly complacent of the day you let yourself to this containment. So weak wings flutter at the bars of your cell and chains rattle with your breath, but you never tell how you could fly if you would only let go. But silence, like a cancer, can only grow.