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Friday, 21 January 2011

Birdcage

I was in my school uniform, walking through the side street beside the dilapidated form of a garden where flowers were blooming with striking color despite the leaving of afternoon. My backpack was heavy and the black birdcage I was holding was loosely being waved back and forth my blameless hand. The bird in it was struggling and dying.

A moment of delayed realization set my senses that I was grasping a thing with life. Inclined to deduction, the door of the cage tore open upon hitting the cement and unintentionally abused the bird out, lying on its stomach. The degree of gravity remained unresponsive, the way it was supposed to be.

I bent down and gripped it tight, anxiously in thought of preventing it to fly away. Around the bend, it was still then it shook. I held it relentlessly. Its face of sadness prevented my conscious from progressing. There was a constant struggle, but nobody won.

1 comment :

Ronalyn said...

Hey, Erika! Wow! I can't believe you're still at Blogspot and you actually maintained this blog. It's been years! I envy you. I have this tendency to delete every blog that I make whenever I'm having an emotional breakdown. Haha. Take care always. Will visit more often here. God bless! Happy Easter!

- Ronalyn Ramos

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