Caged

There’s a poem by Maya Angelou, Caged Bird. Its one of those poems that sat on my chest like a 20lb cat. It weighed so heavily on my heart that is almost felt as though I were being crushed. I love the contrast of the free bird versus the caged bird. The free bird hasn’t the worries or restrictions of the caged bird. Yet, the caged bird chooses to sing anyway. The caged bird sings of hope, dreams, and fantasies. It is those songs that keeps the caged bird moving forward in its limited space. While the free bird might sing, I imagine the songs are hollow and not nearly as beautiful as the “fearful trill.”
Obviously the poem is not literally about birds. Its symbolism in its purest form really. Yet, it still makes me think. It takes my mind in so many directions. Not just the original meaning, but about each of us as individuals. How often do we cage ourselves? And for what reason? I spend more than 50% of my day in my bedroom, as my computer is in here, my smart tv, my bed…all my favorite comforts of home. Why? Though I sit in front of a window, there is nothing keeping me locked in here. So, why don’t I go outside more? Granted, I don’t like the people around here too much, but no one is forcing me to speak to anyone when I leave my house. I’ve even been to jail and I remember how badly I craved the fresh air, a natural breeze. How I longed to hear the rustling of leaves and the songs of birds….even the laughter of those little demon spawns people call children. *grins*
I’ve gotten too comfortable in my little cage of comforts. I’ve become complacent and in most 12 step programs there’s a common saying about complacency being a red light indicator. In other words, when we become too comfortable…too complacent in our lives, we are setting ourselves up for bad decision making and that’s never been more true in my life. I’ve made some very poor decisions in the last few months. Acting out (mostly in SL) in ways that I never have before and its time for me to stop. I’ve already reduced my blogging load by focusing more on fashion and less on home decor. Yet, I still find myself sitting at this desk focused far more on my blog than on my real life.
I am not a religious person by a long shot, but Easter is about Christ being reborn, right? Well, I think I’ll borrow a page from the Bible and use Easter as a form of rebirth of my own. I’m going to cut back a bit more on the blog and I’m going to be leaving my house for five days on Easter weekend. I’m going to see my darling Nikole. This will be the second time we’ve met in real life, but it’ll be my first time visiting her at her house. I’m super excited about the trip and I’m about to embrace some really positive changes in my life. I will no longer be caged by my own hands.

Caged

wearing:
hair: #12 {Limerence} Sammy hair-Blonds (*new* @ Imaginarium)
head: CATWA HEAD Lona
body: Maitreya Mesh Body
skin: [theSkinnery]  Iris (Catwa Applier) toffee (*new* @ C88)
tattoo: [ATI] Mai.. (*new* @ TWE12VE)
LYBRA  . SADYSTIKA (*new* @ Whore Couture)
_CandyDoll_ Gina Heels (*new* @ FaMESHed)

pose:  FOXCITY. Wild & Free Bento Pose Set

scene:
FOXCITY. K-POP Star 2 – Ringa Linga (Rez) (3) RARE (*new* @ Arcade)
Fapple– The little slave bed
Fapple– BDSM Tool Box

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