I know why the caged bird sings

Maya Angelou died today.

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings –
I know why the caged bird sings.

There is something empowering in those words. It's about a little bird that is locked inside a cage; he is bruised and sore. How is identifying with the bird empowering? Yet it is.

There is a song, but not a happy song, not a loud song, but a song that is aimed upward. Through that upward drifting we connect.

Through the longing. There are tough times. Our trials in life are easily documented by our bruises and soreness. Even though there are billions of us on this overcrowded planet we connect more readily through our loneliness. 

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