Bird Land

Some birds are not meant to be caged, wrote Steven King. Their feathers are too bright and their songs are too sweet. So you let them go, or they fly away, conscious of how wrong it was to keep them in the first place. The exchange for granting freedom is to climb into their cage — that place in your heart that was part of your life — now empty and silent, but warm.

So you wrap yourself in memories that will sustain you for a lifetime, and you search your soul for answers that you know will never come. But in the searching of that soul of yours, you come to realize, that you can lose the world in which you live, but gain a universe.

Like a bird that flies its gilded cage, in which their sheltered lives were lived, you find the strength and fortitude to rise above it all.  

First you flutter, then you fly, and then you learn to soar.