Like a bird whose wings have been clipped

No longer feeling that freedom

That blissful endless energy that courses through its being

The longing for that feeling of once was

That fulfillment

The answer so simple, right in plain view

Forever sitting waiting and wishing for it’s wings to come back again.

That stuck, hopeless, empty feeling

Your heart, sitting in front of you and you don’t even recognize it anymore.

Taking that freedom, and having to gain it all back on your own again.


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