To Break Free

Beneath the violated limbs I sleep.
The hour late, and I cannot help but to bring reservations.
My marionette actions ignored purposely;
they must not be recalled later.
Although useful, I appear worthless in flight.
Lift me above worth, above stretched suppression.
To the stars with my wings, infinitely beyond these branches.
The stardust filters past my feathers.
I resist the atmosphere; the swirling clouds block the view of home.
Greater pressure, more strength
lone will must be enough without apprehension.
I fly, I soar...
My cage now forgotten.
July 1, 1998