Some situations force you to act differently. Sometimes that’s the best thing for you,
even if it brings out “the worst” in you.
It was the first of many to come-
Finding myself where i don’t want to be,
doing what i don’t want to do,
being less than what is expected…
It was the start of a long journey of repetitive…
and I had no clue.
I was stuck – a little bird who just wants to be free.
Instead, frozen in place at stages she couldn’t escape.
when a prisoner is motionless without a choice…
locked in, and robbed of her own voice…
she always finds a way to survive –
in retrospect, its what has kept this bird alive.