To follow the path laid before, and duty bound in all though. She lives each day as nothing more then another sign of wealth. She follows each demand and fills the family needs, but she longs to walk on sand and feel the cold of the sea. She dresses in satin fine and smiles courteously as with the prince she dines in graceful solemn silence. She closes her eyes in longing spreads her wings as if to fly but no amount of trying can help her to escape. Her wings are clipped to hold her wild spirit down. She longs to even once unfold her wings, for once be free. She lives like royalty rich and privileged but she would cast it all away If only she could fly. She watches as the people live their daily lives and struggles, all her comforts she would give if only to know their fortune. She longs in quiet solitude to know the satisfaction of others showing gratitude for her sacrifice and broken dreams. So she spills into a notebook a story, mournful to the last, of a caged bird who will forever look at his brothers as they fly to freedom. And she closes her eyes and imagines the feeling of the wind beneath her wings. She falls into her dutiful prison. She, a bird with clipped wings.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 03:32:43 +0000
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