Trapped by expectations, she longed to gain the sky.
Folks and their opinions had quenched her urge to fly.
Encaged within her prison, she longed to be herself,
Cast off all inhibitions neatly folded on the shelf.
To cast away the costume of who others thought she’d be.
Step through bars of inhibition, wings unfolding to be free.
At last it came the season- couldn’t bear it anymore.
Broke out of limitation – to open sky did soar.
‘Twas not without a price tag, for her loved ones bore the bruise
She made upon her exit – when another life did choose.
And yet they saw the glory as she sped into the sky
You cannot bind in serfdom one who’s born to fly.