Cutting the Strings

You have lived your life, allow me mine.

Cutting the Strings

How dare you attempt to
clip my wings!
You have lived your life,
Allow me mine.
Planting the seeds of doubt,
manipulating my conscience.

Why?

To keep me tightly
under your wing?
I cannot breathe,
I cannot fly.

Ah, but
the walls you have built
around me are crumbling.
There are chinks in the mortar.
Light filters in.
Fresh air,
whispers of breaking free.

The boundaries are
disappearing.

I take tentative steps~alone.
Sweet freedom is calling out
to me.

I must answer.

I can answer.

I will answer.

I'm soaring!