Courage, little bird...

      Sitting, squirming, looking around

I see twigs and walls,

  feathers and tufts of whatnot

         enclosing me -- hiding all that 

I am.

Growing daily into my feathered self

Trying to climb out of the constraints

That hold me in old patterns

I cannot unfold my wings fully...

 

   Wiggling about ...oh! I have feet!!

Still unable to pull myself to the rim..the edge.

To join the world without

Yearning to breathe...to fly...

 Finally!  Freedom is almost mine!

Sitting, squirming, looking around.

How do I get to that distant goal?

Leap? Fall? Fly? Fail? Soar?

Twigs and walls, feathers and tufts abound

Enclosure pulling me back

Into patterns and nests surrounded by fear...

Or do I leap into the unknown?

Fly...

 Soar......

Hope...