The trapped bird
A story about power, using your voice and life as a woman raised in the 80's and 90's
There was a bird in the greenhouse yesterday. As it flapped around frantically, I couldn’t help but draw parallels between myself and it. Trapped in a box, able to see my way out but unable to access it.
Panicking and flying into the glass every so often as a desperate attempt to free myself, only to be thrown back again and again by my own thoughts, th…