The Caged Bird

She looked into the empty void. Tears made their way down on her pale cheeks, their glistening reflection seen on the glass of her barred window. The window that was part of her personal prison.

Her personal hell. A hell that wasn’t filled by screams, fire, and corrupted souls, but was sealed by a dark, empty void.

She could only see loneliness, emptiness, and darkness as she met her own sad, teary eyes.

Nothing of what surrounded her gave her hope.

She felt like a caged bird. A bird that was meant to fly the high, blue skies, but was trapped like a prized possession for her master to impress others with.

She wanted to explore, venture, and observe the outside world. The freedom that was waiting for her outside, behind the barred windows, was only an illusion. It was like running in a desert chasing the illusion of an oasis, in desperate need of water.

The beautiful garden outside, on the other side of the window of her prison, was her oasis. A heavenly sweetness she met every day to be only taken from her, or better, to remind her it was taken from her.

The hollow and dull eyes of the young woman in front of the window looked longing for the freedom of the outside world.

She put her hand on the glass tapping her finger against it, hoping it would magically shatter and form a shield around her, helping her to escape her cage.

Only, if indeed the see-through material would shatter, she was still met by bars.

The little sparrow had only to thank herself for that horrendous addition to her prison. The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her.

She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.