In Search of...

What is freedom? What does it mean to truly be free? Who determines freedom?  There are so many times in life where our freedom is limited based merely on the choices we make.  We go through life feeling like a caged bird when we have the power to spread our wings and soar as high as we desire, but we give our our freedom away and in doing so we lose pieces of ourselves .  Blindly we do this until we look in the mirror only to find a fragmented, feeble remnant of the person we used to be.  Where is the freedom in that?

Before I didn't understand. I couldn't grasp the simple yet powerful words...but now I know why the caged bird sings.  She sings to free her soul, to squeeze her life past the bars of the cage that confines her.  Thinking maybe the wind will carry my voice, my soul, my self into a wide open space of freedom.  I am that bird, but as I stand outside the cage gazing in agony all I can think is how did the bird get caged in the first place and was she ever really free. However the most frightening thought is does she have to find freedom within the cage to finally be released from it?