{ this was my journal page for today}

The free bird leaps on the back of the wind

and floats downstream till the current ends

and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky

but a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill

of things unknown but longed for still

and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings for freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade wind soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

So he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom

Maya Angelou