UNTITLED

UNEDITED SAMPLE LITERARY ARTICLE
By Francesca Gabrielle Rodriguez Trinidad
IV - Albert Einstein


Caged, incapable, imprisoned – that's what my life is. I never get to experience joy, love and freedom in this world. Everything is dictated by my master. Freedom is not in my dictionary.

Everything I do is monitored by a gun. A gun pointed to my head which, with the slightest move, it's trigger will be pulled, thus causing me another injury. But here's the catch, I never die. I disintegrate, but I don't disappear, I don't stop living. It's a torture chamber. I don't know why I am in this prison. I cannot get out no matter how hard I try. And it's the most difficult situation because I watch other birds fly as high as they can while I sit in my cage, with no choice but to stare and stay envious at the sight of them soaring to heights which I know I can never fly. I am programmed for a life of suffering.

What did I do to deserve this? Am I really that sinful? Must I never experience freedom? One day, one day would be enough. I need to get out of here. All this darkness has been slowly killing me, but once again, I never die. And this just worsens the fact that I must live like this for the rest of my life.

Was I destined to be a bird which was never made to fly? Why was I given my wings if they were only to be controlled by others? Can I not be my own self? Must I follow them for all of my days? When will all this suffering caused by my master's oppression end?

Why do you want me to be unhappy? Why do you have to do this to me? Does it give you pleasure? Is it your duty? Was this what God wanted you to do for me? I do not recall Him telling you that you should lock me in and dictate me as to what I should and should not do. Why must you be this way? Why must you be so inconsiderate?

Every night, I cry and cry for someone to set me free, to let me out of this prison cell I've been dying to get out of for years. And yet, no one seems to hear my calls. The door's locked. I long for the day when this lock may be broken. Once and for all, I'd be free. Then I'd soar as high as the other birds, I'd be one of them.