Things with wings cannot be caged

or chained and malled and forgotten about

No, things with wings need air and love

nourishment to dare fly above

things with wings cannot be held

They scent the breeze

for the smell of air and the sound of song

And they wish only to

glide and alight upon a wind of change

gravitate, germinate towards greener trees and seas

moving, motion love and devotion

will always be a constant

fly me higher, higher and higher still

I know how high to go

I am no Icarus, I will watch my wings

Let me feel the walk upon the sky

where dreams will fly

when lifting towards the heavens.


I was seven when I got grounded

a fear bit my leg, would not let go

but soon that old dog will lose his grasp

he will tire, because I no longer fight for angers sake

I fight for my life, to be free of his jaws

Win or lose, one cannot live for the other

I choose to beat back the hellhound

find my grasp and hold my shield

if I am to be a hero, I will be...my own.

By Veronica Garcia

Fly freely... Nice words..

nice

thank you

Hi MirrorMirror, its good to see a familiar, um, face, giggles, nice to see you, thanks for the comment, hugs