The Caged Eagle.
I feel like a caged bird, or better yet a caged eagle.
I am strong, I know I can fly, and I know I am capable.
But I look through the bars of my cage and realize I just cannot get out and fly.
I look at the sky and know that is where I am supposed to be, but I just can’t get there.
Day in and day out my owner comes to feed me bird food.
I know its not what I need, I know its not what I was meant to live off of.
And I just can’t get stronger.
And so I starve, and I grow weak.
I hope one day my owner would unlock the cage so I could go free.
I spend all of my energy, trying to get out of the cage.
As I lay down exhausted, I realize that even if my owner unlocked the cage I would be too exhausted to fly out.
And so, I am an useless eagle.
Unable to do what I was meant to, and I lay down to die.
While I was in the cage, everyone looks at the eagle admiring it.
Never thinking or understanding what it was like for me.
Saying how beautiful and how majestic.
But when it died, everyone talked about the eagle.
Saying it was a shame and how it never belong in that cage.
But no one ever did anything about it.
The owner thought he was helping the eagle by putting it in the cage and taking care of it.
But he was really hurting it, by caging it and not allowing it to fly.
And so the eagle died.
And in it’s death it could do all the things it could not do while it was in the cage.
It could fly and it could soar!
It was free.
That is how I feel.
That in death, I could be free.
I do not think anyone could understand that. Not even God.
He is the owner of the eagle, refusing to let it fly.
He thinks He is helping it, when in fact He is killing it.
He is killing me.
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