"Bird Set Free"
Clipped wings, I was a broken thing Had a voice, had a voice, but I could not sing You would wind me down I struggled on the ground So lost, the line had been crossed Had a voice, had a voice, but I could not talk You held me down… I struggle to fly now I heard this song by Sia about a week ago, and I haven’t been able to stop listening to it. This song compares women who are being abused to a bird locked in a cage, and I think there's no better analogy. There’s one person in particular who has had such a hold on my life – I see this person when I open my eyes in the morning, and when I close them at night. Sleep is riddled with nightmares of this person finding me, and hurting one of my friends in efforts to get back at me. For so long I was paralyzed by that fear. I would toss and turn at night, running through what I would do in that situation over and over again until I was shaking and in tears. I knew that whatever came, I would protect the people I loved rega...