Fated Flying
Molded as a prized hen
Jump how high
You tell me when.
Caged existence
Take it away
Say I won’t miss this.
Free birds die young
by their own hand
or escaping your thumb?
Chained melody
Sing the song
dance senselessly.
You tell me this is free
How great it is I’m me.
Yet it was you who painted inside my box.
It is you holding the keys to my locks.
Living in your world, a facade to my true sight.
Open the doors break out of the cage
Wings primed for their first flight.
Lone the feather
floating from the heavens
To brush across our cheek
Gracing the lowly and the meek.
While the rhythm moves
in folds of sevens.
Waited or fated
locked away escalated.
Barefoot running
Jump when you hear
the wind coming.
True living is done on the breeze.
Reclusive way makers– rabble rousers
and meeting makers.
Steps of gold come with ease.
Blessings in fours.
Can’t ask for much more.
Corners and points
welcoming to the tour.
Blank slates seem great
If you have the heart
To write your fate.
~Ruby L.S.~
08.2023.06
