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Chapter Nine

silence. The warm sun on my back feels comforting. I breathe
in and out, out and in, longing for the serenity that music
usually brings. Finally, my hands begin searching the black and
white keys. I am looking for something to play. I soon find
a place for my hands to rest. The notes I play are soothing.
But there is melancholy behind them. As I play softly, words
come effortlessly to my lips. It’s like the union of my hands on
the piano and the words on my tongue has wrapped around
the thoughts in my heart. Like someone else is doing the
composing. I feel a welcoming lightness, like a beautiful bird
let out of her cage. And now, after being in prison for so long,
she must learn how to fly. Again.
There is a joy in the sweet release flowing through the
pain in my heart. And in this very moment I feel something
extraordinary. As I continue to play and sing, I feel another’s
strong presence in the room. But when I turn around to see
who is standing behind me, no one is there. There is no sound,
but I hear a voice inside me. It whispers to my spirit.
Kelita, I know I have taken someone very special from you. But
today, I give you a gift in return.
The tears welling up in my eyes are soon raining down my
cheeks. This song I write is very special. It’s about Daddy. The
mysterious sense enveloping me promises I am not alone in
my sorrow. Something much grander is here with me. I don’t
understand it. Not at all. But I know how it makes me feel.

Caged Bird

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