I have always felt caged.
I wrote: Fredom is flying.
But how to fly when my wings are scathed?
I had given up fighting.

I have always felt caged.
I wrote: Freedom is falling.
A freedom not to escape unscathed,
But what to do if falling feels like flying?

I was a bird in a cage.
I wrote: Please give me the key.
Until I realised I had to come to my own aid.
I only could set myself free.