Once I claimed the sky
floating like a milkweed fluff
conquering the heights.
Ghosts of the past still churn
lost desire once alive.
Precarious world outside
doesn’t scare me anymore
as I’m guarded,
within these golden bars.
Once my Master asked
do you love me?
I mimicked the part
taught by my fate.
He offered the platter, merrily
opening the cage, joyfully.
With wings clipped
and feet tied
I chose to stay.
At what cost? My Freedom!