Enslaved?
It's bright. For once, it's bright. It opens its eyes, seeing the sunlight peeking from the horizon. It's dawn, signaling the start of a new day. For once, it felt not the weight chained on its scrawny legs. It flexes them, feeling the overwhelming urge to fly. Its wings, stiff from being folded for so long, felt the itch to spread. For once, it dares to imagine how the wind would feel like against its feathers. Just once, it dares to imagine the day it could leave the world behind. Just once, the world seems bright. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Greetings, friends. My apologies for the lack of posts, my procrastinating ass has been.....procrastinating. Anyways, these past few weeks I have been learning about slavery in class, and well, the topic lingers in my mind. But instead of the usual forms of slavery, I've been thinking about how we are slaves of our own minds. How many times have we missed our opportunitie