Wings

One day,

She looked out the window. . .

And saw a bird fly by,

Oh how she yearned,

To soar into the sky. . .

To be able to fly so high,

Yet

She was grounded,

Always told her dreams unfounded,

And made to be crushed,

Beneath their lies,

Never being allowed to rise,

But the dream of destiny never dies.

So she picked up the shattered pieces,

Showing not the slightest hint of weakness

All her dreams taking flight

On her newly found wings