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Sometimes those we love we lose; is it all just a blessing?
I was trapped in a cage, unable to fly. My wings cut, but I was unsure why.
It was little by little enough for me to shrink.
I shrink, I shrank, and I did not drink. Each day I contorted, screaming inside, but why?
The life I had, I thought I wanted, but it was you I did not want.
Why could I not fly? Why did you want to place a beautiful bird inside this cage?
Except you did not have the key, now I know why. I wanted you to see that I could be that girl who does not fly.
The one who is content and happy as is, except it was a lie. A lie to me and you, and the worst of all, I wished it was true.
Each day as I sat and watched. I saw the birds outside the window, and I thought, how magical they are outside in the sun, how they play and frolic, unhinged as I used to be. It was me, the one you did not see.
They do not want to pretend to be. They instead just be. I shapeshifted myself into clay. If you saw that I was a magician, you would want to play.
I see now that you would never; you could not. The wonder of my colors made you blind. You could not see; I am, after all, a shapeshifting wonder.
