I wish I could be as a bird with clipped wings or bound by the bars of a cage
To fit in that proverbial box, where life and love all neatly arrange,
Held atop a pedestal and never fall
But my wings are wild and wide
My need to fly as great as an ocean’s tide
My spirit cannot survive if banded with gold
My heart cannot justify the love it withholds
And I am at a loss without reason to explain
Why I seek freedom the way others seek refrain
photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/48600090482@N01/298680933″>Wings</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a> <a href=”https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/”>(license)</a>
sheilapierson 