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...