UnCaged

She pushed back the screen so that she could gaze out upon the garden which surrounded her small home. The garden was in full bloom, lush, smelling of flowers. Birds were singing happily as they went about their business. The young woman was loosely clothed in her favorite silk robe, her unbound hair fell about her shoulders and her skin felt clean without all the makeup she wore last nite, entertaining an admirer. She longed to be free from her circumstance, free like the birds winging through the treetops and clear blue sky. They do not own me here, she thought, in my secret garden I am free.