The Fate of the Reborn
(Marinel Nov 2016)
In a cage of darkness, a being is born.
Fragile, yet strong at will, secluded from the dim light that shines above.
The passing of time leads yearning to rise,
The shrill beckoning from avoidance of demise.
The cage is broken, a frail wing stretches, a footstep is taken.
This being is a bird, ready to take flight
With a gush of wind, he rides the breeze, promising a greater future amongst grass and trees.
With joy and an easiness exploring this taste of freedom, pride kicks in, flying without care, deeper and higher in complete oblivion to the loopholes in this paradise.
An eagle sweep down.
Bliss on joy turns to daggers in the skin.
Flight takes place, yet not in the hands of the bird.
This bird gets locked in the eagle’s den.
This bird is a captive once again.
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