Bare Soul

Feathers, and all

Feathers, and all
By: Woman Of Soul

All my life I've been a caged bird.
Watching other birds fly on to other places.
Every bird goes at different paces.
But I seemed to have no pace.
I was stuck.
I stayed here in this cage.
This cage was home.
I was chained away, while other birds roamed freely.
I was...
A caged bird who underestimated my ability to fly.
A caged bird who didn't believe in the strength of my wings.
A caged bird who hasn't learned to manage my load of feathers.
A load of my feathers is mighty heavy.
It always feels like something is weighing me down preventing me from flying.
My feathers had too much baggage.
Insecurity.
Self-doubt.
Lack of self-esteem.
The incapability of believing in myself.
Fear.
Negative thoughts.
Abandonment issues.
Anxiety.
Anything you can think of my load was overly full.
Due to my heavy load, I stayed in the background.
Watching other birds of a feather flocking together.
While I had no one to flock with.

I was a late bloomer.
I was the outcast bird.
I stayed caged away because the outside of the cage was scary.
It was a scary thing to not attach to my feathers.
It was a scary thing to trust my wings.
I was the caged bird who never learned how to fly away.
Locked away, not knowing the sound of my voice anymore.
Locked away, not knowing my strength anymore.
Locked away, allowing my feathers to overpower me.
Locked away, not truly giving myself a chance.
I became a baggage bird.
SOMETHING WOULD ALWAYS WEIGH ME DOWN whenever I tried to break free from my cage.
I can only hope to one day fly away and start to embrace everything about me.
I can only hope to fly away loving myself, feathers, and all.
When that day comes, I will truly be free.

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