She was an endearing little bird,
busy chirping with her feathered friends.

She had dreams to explore the skies
that she had never seen,
to go to places she had never been.

And neither did I try to change her.
Nor cage her.

I didn’t have a home for her.
Just a battered heart as a shelter.

But the day she chose to fly away,
I realized she wasn’t a bird.

She was a cage.
And enclosed was I.