Immunity

The bird in the cage longs for the outside but she does not. The bird longs for the freedom not knowing the price. It could be eaten or starve. It could get cold and die. But she is not the bird. She knows that the cage is safe. All the beauty and temptations outside are not enough if she is not safe. So she makes her own cage. She prays to be still. She sings her songs that reach deeper not farther. She secures herself from the unknown. Then, the cage becomes real and the only thing she knows and loves. She believes this is her peace. I am glad for her to find peace only if her story ends there, but I know it won't. She will be so happy with her cage that she will try to lure others in. She will sing for them, and make pretty chains for them. She will go as far as killing the bird for wanting the outside and wearing its feathers. And finally she will become the bird that wants to stay in the cage. I know your sad story.. I know your truth.. I love the outside .. I am immune from your make beliefs.