“Oh to be free”
Thought she
“Like the bird in the sky
Or as it it flies
From tree to tree.”

From her seat,
Down below,
A mere few feet
Above the ground,
It did appear,
Very much as though,
That the skies held the promise
Of limitless freedom,
That was missing down below.

The thoughts she held
Deep within her,
Begged for release;
And stringing them together
As soulful music,
Woven into verse, esoteric,
Seemed pointless.

“Nay!”,
Her heart seemed to say,
“Give me the wings,
To soar high
Into the sky,
And sing –
And sing in wild abandon,
So I could shed the burden,
Of this music
You’ve locked within me;
For to be able to fly,
Is to be able to breathe,
Truly breathe,
It is to be able to be free.”

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