I remember as a child, pretending to fly
A child’s imagination, a cherished dream.
To soar above, I sought the sky.
With feathers of hope, my wings would gleam,
I toiled and toiled, with heart and soul,
Determined that my dreams be found.
To forge these wings, was my sacred goal.
With each setback, I stood my ground,
Now standing tall, I spread my arms,
ropes unseen, disadvantage, shadows cast,
tie me down to life’s harsh norms.
with bound wings, my dreams fall fast.
The weight of doubt, it pulls me low,
A struggle fierce, a relentless blow.
Yet deep inside, a fire still burns,
To fly up high, my heart yearns.
I will not yield, I won’t succumb,
To ties that bind and fears that numb.
With strength renewed, I’ll break away,
And rise above, these skies of gray.
These wings of mine, are strong and true,
to pierce the clouds and carry me through.
In each setback, ropes tighten, I never learn,
In every fall, the ropes chaff and burn.
I am trying to fly. Is it worth the fight?
To reach the heavens, bathed in light.
Though I remain bound, I fight for the sky,
With wings of hope, I am trying to fly.
WoPoLi 
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