The Story of a Duck, Freedom, and Letting Go

As I walk by the stalls in the market, An old lady was selling ducklings, and I fell in love with it A proud smile and satisfaction by the thought of bringing them home, I bought two ducklings, so one would not feel alone My smile did not wear out as I fed them that night I listened to their cute chirping sound; I'm in so much delight As I bade them good night, I put them inside a cage Away and safe from a predator's rage A day or two had passed and they were still there Inside the cage, chirping like they want to go outside and wander As much as I want to, but they're still young tiny ducklings I can't afford to risk the lives of my precious little thing Weeks went by and I noticed some changes Slowly their sizes were taking up spaces Gone are the little ducklings, they became juvenile Their feathers change like a cloth that suits their style Months had passed and they became full-grown adults Months of caring and loving, now before my eyes I can see the results As I look at them wandering, a big smile I wear Unbeknownst to the tragedy that will make me tear Unfortunately, one of them died And it would be an understatement to say "I cried" I wept and mourned the loss that I felt Memories of yesterday is where I dwelt After that tragedy, I moved on Though I kept wondering if my other duck is feeling alone His quack is as if a cry of mourn A loss that he felt now that his partner is gone Maybe my pain died down, but his did not Maybe this made him think for freedom, quite a lot Maybe losing her made it tiresome for him to stay Maybe his life will be better if he choose to go away For this, he then flew off the creek As I tried to catch him really quick He resisted and persisted to stay there I saw how he enjoyed feeling the water in his feathers I don't want to let go too soon, so I made my last attempt As I got my way to where my duck was, an angry dog halted my step Its teeth were out as he growl and went to my direction Panicked, scared, I realized it's time to make a decision As I turned my back from where he was, I felt heavy on my chest I know for some he's just a duck, but for me he's my happiness I watched as he paddled to where he wanted to go I wept as I made peace with myself though it's hard to let go For three months that I raised them I was the happiest In three months that I'm with them, I also felt great sadness There are no more days, weeks, or months to come for this is the end No more days, weeks, or months with them to spend. Or so I thought… Days went by, feeling no more hope A neighbour’s child knocked on our doorstep and brought my duck home He said that he saw him wandering still by the creek He knew it was my duck so he tried to catch him really quick As I held my duck in my arms, tears started to fell I thanked the child before he left, and my heart was feeling swell I can’t contain the burst of glee that I am feeling inside It was such a great pleasure to welcome him back into my life While recalling the things that happened, I realized I was just like my duck I also craved for freedom, quite a lot But freedom is not determined by being able to go away Rather having the power to decide for yourself even if you choose to stay