Taste of freedom

You surprised me.

You opened my cage door,

And let me out.

Even though I was still chained,

The taste of freedom was potent.

 

Being able to spread my wings a little.

Being able to walk on my own.

Being able to see the world anew.

Being able to touch a friend,

Without steel bars between us.

 

All are things most take for granted.

They have those things at their finger tips.

They wouldn't last,

Wouldn't survive,

If all those things were taken from them.

 

That's what happened almost four years ago,

When they gave me to you.

I thought nothing could be as bad as before,

When I was with Her,

But I was wrong.

At least before I was not bond,

I was free.

 

And nothing,

Nothing at all,

Compares to being free.

The air beneath my wings,

The ability to choose where I went,

The chose of what to do,

All so sweet to the soul.

 

Four years have passed since I remember tasting the sweetness.

Four long, lonely, empty years.

There were short times,

Small tastes,

Of what my soul desired,

But what those memories are gone.

I can't remember.

 

 

That must be why it hurts.

I'm sure you've done this to me before.

What my minds does to prevent the pain,

Only makes it worse the next time around.

 

You opened my cage door,

And let me out.

Even though I was still chained,

The taste of freedom was potent.

 

But when I tried to fly,

Like any caged bird would when given the chance,

You yank the chine still binding me,

Throw me back in my cage,

And close the door.

You yell at me,

Scold me,

For trying to fly.

 

Who do you think you are, trying to be like everyone else?

Who do you think you are, trying to have a life?

Who do you think you are, trying to have dreams and make them come true?

Who do you think you are, getting angry when I insult you?

Who do you think you are, trying to better yourself?

 

You are nothing.

You are worthless.

You are stupid, ugly, and sinful.

 

If I'm so bad,

What about you?

You let me out of my cage,

But only briefly,

Then torment me for wanting more,

For wanting to fly.

 

One day,

I pray,

I will be truly free.

I will not just taste this sweet freedom

Every now and then,

And then have that memory tarnished.

I will have it all.

I will be truly, completely free.

I pray.

 

So, after all, you didn't surprise me.

I had just made myself forget

The taste of freedom.

Author's Note

Yea, I was seriously upset. I'm not so much now, though. Poems help.
Tell me what you think please.

Reviews

[Gheeneil]

The taste of freedom should have been sweet when one just came out from the cage. But this piece has surprised me. The ending has told me so. Perhaps, the persona was given only partial freedom. Thus, freedom has lost its flavor.

[Moalix]

That was amazing Brittany and very sad since I know what you go through on a daily basis..BTW You spelled Chain wrong in the ninth stanza, third line. LOVE YOU!