Why Do I Write? (Poetry)

Like birds in a cage are the letters:
They rustle and flutter, all dreaming
Of Light. Now I unchain their fetters,
Giving them freedom through meaning.

I watch them fly, the cage in my hand,
Wishing them eternal freedom forever.
Their journey leads to an unknown land
Of the will, of the heart: now or never.

Giving them freedom through meaning:
Unbarred, the door is now open and wide.
The birds gain the sky, azure and gleaming
With light: freedom needs nowhere to hide!