Tied up, locked down is my desire to fly. Like the instinct of a caged bird.
I have been told that freedom is the perception of reaching the impossible. Did not make much sense to me at the time. Today I look back and I see all the impossibles that knocked on my door and I did not open. I did not answer, I was not there. My flesh was present, my spirit was not. Where did my freedom go? I ask. Who is there to answer? No one.
Freedom, the scariest feeling of all. Beyond love, faith and desire. Freedom, the bridge between my hand and yours.