The Nest and Freedom

Eager and excited was the feeling.

The feeling of flying out of the Nest.

"Finally"

I thought to myself.

After 18 years, I'm finally able to

taste Freedom. 

I'm far away from home, now.

Cold and cruel the climate.

I can see the light...the destination.

Of Freedom.

But I can fly, no more.

I'm in the in between.

Now, I feel sleeping in the warm Nest.

Later, I feel being in the spotlight. 

I miss them.

So much.

But again, I'm in the between.

Quiting was never an option.

It's been a month, I have 6 years.

Freedom will be my Nest. 

I'll survive.