A Free Bird

Quiet, the free bird. She has no reason to yell, to rage, to cry her story, her voice silenced by the vastness of the wind.

Serene she hovers, no song escapes her lips, the joy of the boundless confines of her own mind the only cage she has now, to beautiful to utter a sound against, one that could only shriek by comparison.

Hushed, her soul turns to dance and fly, to be free in the expanse of destinies unforseen.

Mute with incoherent thoughts, all scrambling for purchase yet none finding hold on the once sharp tongue now dulled by overwhelming emotion.

Reticent to disturb the peace flowing in her breast, she utters not one sound, not one drop of a pin to puncture her new world.

Silent, the free bird who dare not by words return to a cage.