Poetivity

Wind Much High For a while, a strong bird like me was pressed against the inside of a cage. Winds much higher I would never know. With mice and snails, life made me to stay. Unlike this kind that would never fly, my fate was tied to two strong wings. But I was unable to get going—because I never knew where I wanted to go. Dawn came and dusk waned, and still I am framed in this cage. But what good is a strong bird if it can’t fly towards the sky? I asked myself. Right then, I realise that one can’t get going until one sets a goal on the go. Right then, I look at the sky above my cage. Right there, I made a goal to get out of my cage. Right now, I am in the sky among my kind, in winds much higher than than I ever knew.