Written by Jacob Ibrag
Most days after lunch, she’d grab her car keys and drive towards
the field of misplaced bird cages. She wondered about the birds
and how comfortable they looked being stranded in the middle
of nowhere. Sometimes she’d try to set them free from their
prisons and instead of flying away, they’d just stare at her and
slowly walk further into their cages. It kind of made sense, who
ever set this place up was also taking care of them. There was
always food and water to be had so of course they’d stay in this
sheltered paradise, even if it meant foregoing there natural
freedom of stretching their unused wings underneath the blue
skies embrace. Instead of forcing them from comfort, she decided
to unhook one cage and drive it into a forest where other birds
reigned. Carefully placing it near a tree, she watched as the bird
scanned its new surroundings. Opening the iron dome’s door, the
bird slowly started to walk towards it’s freedom. Slowly peaking it’s
head past the doorway, it closed its eyes if only for a moment and
flew away. She watched on as the bird broke into its wings for the
very first time. ‘Never settle for easy, fight for each breath.’
Art by Norman Cabezas


Reblogged this on Smile Circulation and commented:
Thought provoking poetry
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Excellent!
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Thanks 🙂
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My pleasure always my friend ♡
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Very nice story.
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Thanks 🙂
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Nice story. Interesting how the birds prefer their cages. I have three cages of birds. I let them out when I clean their cages. All but one bird loves to fly about and visit with the others. After a while they get tired, thirsty and hungry and put themselves away for the day. Your story really touched a chord with me.
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We get so used to structure that no matter how detrimental it is to us, we remain stagnant because the latter is too unknown to even fathom. Thanks for reading 🙂
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It’s is so beautiful what u have written, somehow felt like I am the bird 🙂 waiting for someone to set me out to be set free. But may b here the girl is me and so is the bird 🙂 as da one to get me to be free is only me
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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I like the idea of freeing birds, but beyond that I read a clear, well-stated analogy to being “caged” in yourself.
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