Amber light, that fades away,
Into black night, that comes my way,
Through the clouds, the light does flow,
As I watch the sky, back to their homes they go

A group of birds, so always together,
Fly so well, like bound by a tether,
Not do they fight, to be the first one,
Helping each other, fly past the setting sun

It makes me wonder, makes me sad,
Why we can’t be like them, always so glad,
They do not fight, as they fly so high,
Kings and queens, all in the blue sky

Free, to fly, whenever they wish,
Nothing to tie them down, hold them back,
Yet my heart, is not like that now,
That little freedom that I crave, I lack

Just once, I want to fly,
Without these chains, with glee,
Just once, I want to chase my dreams,
Like the beautiful birds, I want to be free

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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