I started to become what was in my immediate surroundings. I started to confine myself to what the cage around me limited me to be. Angry and bitter…biting my tongue when I’m mad, running away from my sadness. I started to see the 21 miles I grew up in as the full extent of my potential. i started to believe the bars around my heart would mean i would never know true love. I started to believe the Seal that cages my mind from expanding would be all I knew. All The cage shattering experiences I had were all fleeting and ungraspable parts of my memories because everyday life had become mundane. Monotonous. Stripped of light. Stripped of love. Stripped of who i wanted myself to be. I was going to fall victim to things that weren’t my fault. Reality followed me into my sleep every-night. Nightmares meant sleep went from 7 hours to 5 and then from 5 to less than 3. Well thats another cage that will become me.

Everything I wanted to be was outside the cage i knew. My sadness had become me. My short temper was resurfacing. My insecurities had a choke hold on my mental.

So i write.

I write because i remember the Animorph book series. My clipped wings don’t mean i can’t fly. And my blurred vision doesn’t mean i can’t see clearly again. Whether thats through help. Or time. Or new experiences… i write to remind myself that I am what these words expect me to be. I write because I am a caged bird than cannot sing. I write to help myself find my wings. I wanna do right by this life thing.