You are as free as a bird,

And I, I am the misguided handler.

Letting you out of your cage only when it is convenient for me,

Because when I want you,

I want you.

I want to keep you away from those who threaten me,

Who threatens us,

With the thought of taking you away.

The idea of you leaving me is too much to bear,

Because you're all I've ever wanted in life.

Locked away in the cage you begin to rot,

The beautiful exterior of golden feathers plucked away by anger and sorrow.

Leaving the shell of a person,

A person who I saw as my everything.

I have no option but to let you soar above me,

The feathers you have left lifting you into the sky,

Giving you the freedom you've always wanted.

Time is a funny thing, though.

As time carries on your wings grow weak,

Leaving you no choice but to fall to the ground

A bird of freedom taken from the sky.

And when your wings give out,

I, the handler, will not hesitate to catch you in my grasp.

Because I have learned that the ones I see as important do not deserve to fall after the fly.

I am no longer the misguided handler,

Nor are you the bird.

We are together changed,

I have learned to let you go further,

While you have begun to trust me again.

Perhaps your feathers can begin to grow again.

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