Friday Figment: FLOURISHED. FREE.

You don't know who I am.

You know me though.

You know my face and you know my name and you know that you like to talk to me.

What you don't know is how you have opened me up. See, I was locked before, 

Dreaming behind closed eyes, singing through sealed lips. 

I don't tolerate that ridiculousness anymore.

Your example, your history, and your art for living--all of you was some kind of key that unlocked the cage I didn't know I was hiding in. I felt it though, the cold bars digging against my wings so that I'd cry for days in pain I didn't understand. That is what you have freed me from. 

You might never know who you've rescued.

Photo: By Matthew Bowden www.digitallyrefreshing.com (http://www.sxc.hu/photo/44435) [Attribution], via Wikimedia Commons
Photo: By nattu [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons