Monday, August 4, 2014

FREEDOM

FREEDOM


I soar on the wings of freedom,
I fly on my own wings now,
No longer tethered by another one’s chains.
I reach for heights never dreamed of,
For I was not allowed dreams of my own.
I feel fear in the pit of my stomach
As I reach for the future,
But I feel tingly with anticipation, too.
My choices will be mine.
I see sunshine and clouds ahead, but I know
that
my wings are strong enough, and that
freedom is mine


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