Flying
The extremely painful slice
That cut away her last little piece of freedom
Her wings
Unable to fly her only other option is to fall
Fall into the trap they set up right in front of her own eyes
Everything starts to fade
In the distance she hears this song
I want to sore on the wings of an eagle
I want to sore through the clouds
I want to feel the wind in my hair
I want to feel what it’s like to be free
I want to fly and touch the sky and never want to come down
I want to sore on the wings of an eagle
I want to feel what it’s like to be free
I want to feel these imbedded ropes being cut away from my wrists
I want to walk on my own not dragging these chains behind me
The song becomes dimmer as a hand strokes her face
And the all too familiar voice asks if everything is alright
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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