Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Leaving the nest

All my life I’ve been cooped up inside,
With the sky shining blue and bright, outside.

My dream, always, was to fly out into that sky,
Spread my wings, feel the wind, soar evermore high.

Never was I free, never strong enough.
For I had been warned the sky is too rough.

My nest to me was the absence of my life,
Although I never had to encounter a strife.

My despair, my distress, increased by day,
Frustration all around, turn wherever I may.

All this while, the sky remained close,
Yet to reach out and grab, I didn’t have the force.

But a day came when I at last spread my wings,
Oh! It was the most wonderful of feelings.

I stepped outside, leaving my nest behind,
The fortress of my body and soul and mind.

I felt the wind caressing my wing,
The sky clear and vibrant, was most welcoming.

I looked back once, sparing my nest,
One final glance and wished myself the best.

I made the leap flying out into the sky,
With every leap I climbed high and high.

I was free, liberated, nothing holding me down,
Overjoyed, happy, I had no trace of a frown.

Free at last, free at last,
God almighty I’m free at last.

Free at last, free at last,
God almighty I’m free at last.