The Eagle in A Cage.

 The Eagle in A Cage.

In a room full of people. There was always me and everyone else. I was a child with a gift. The child of mystery. I never needed to justify my powers. It never made a difference to my presence. You knew I was present. I had bird’s eye vision. The rest had a worm eyed view. I was an Eagle among soil. I knew the worms existed but they never appealed to me. My natural nature kept telling me constantly that I exist but in reality, I really do not belong here. It was almost as if I were lost. I was situated in a bad location.

It was inevitable at some point that the crows would eat the worms. It was only a matter of time. The eagle would be in the same situations as worms but I would conquer every scenario. No one understood why I would still be present. After so many worms had been eaten. 

The crows never possessed the ability to come eye to eye with me. I was constantly unsatisfied. They would often poke their beaks into my territory. Too dense to accumulate the obvious. 

I never figured out how I got here. I just knew I wasnt born and I do not belong here. There was not one day where it felt like home. I was not always able to fly, I had to patiently wait for my wings to grow. I always believed I would fly one day. I had no definite release date. I just knew my life here is not indefinite. 

For many years I suffered the torment of watching my fellow eagles fall victim to the worms world. They would grow wings but they chose to do nothing with them. They preferred to be amongst the worms. It made them feel superior. They needed to be needed and craved to be liked. Which helped them conform to society. I could see their satisfaction not in their smiles but even in their souls. As I looked through their eyes. 

The moment you gain your wings. It was time to fly. They could never deny it was failure by choice. I know failure so well I could smell that place with my eyes shut. That room infested with worms, overcrowded and a smell that made everything taste so bitter. Sheer sense of defeat.

Every 100 years a golden eagle is born. There had not been a golden eagle for over a 100 years. They were all so busy eating each other’s rewards. That they missed the gold eagle. She flew away at her very first opportunity.

The Eagle in a Cage.