Cruelty

 

The cruelest thing one can do, is teach a fish to fly and force it to live in the water.

 

I have tasted air.

I have lived among angels, shared space with the birds.

Now I am forced to drown?

 

Is that what life is?

A moment of joy, a quick flash of the outside world,

Before you’re squeezed into the bowl and expected to love circles?

 

I found freedom.

I found a chance to explore a new path, to twist and turn, jump and run.

Now I chase my tail.

 

How do I get back to the feeling?

Lighthearted, peaceful, rested even when constantly moving?

I had dropped my burden, only to find it waiting, twice as heavy as before.

 

Escape.

Is that the only answer now?

Run away, never look back, leave all I know –

A search for the familiar unknowing?

 

The cruelest thing one can do, is teach a fish to fly and force it to live in the water.