When she opened the cage,
she felt bars beneath her fingers,
a metallic chill that lingers
and almost stops the heart.
Her soul perched on the edge
among shadows of danger,
liberty felt so much stranger
and the landscape was stark.
The taming had taken its joyfulness,
silenced its song and left it helpless.
Its eyes were dull, their spark was quelled,
it was not ready to face the world.
It would not take flight,
delicate bones had petrified,
once glossy feathers had all but dried –
but then it felt the sun,
a single beam of light
through a window opened wide,
it caught a whiff of liberty outside –
and knew the re-wilding had begun.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd August 2020
I returned to Sherry’s weekly challenge from Monday and the idea of re-wilding our souls.