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,
Yet deep inside, a fire still burns,
A struggle fierce, a relentless blow.
To fly up high, my heart yearns.
I will not yield, I won’t succumb,
With strength renewed, I’ll break away,
To ties that bind and fears that numb.
And rise above, these skies of gray.
In each setback, ropes tighten, I never learn,
Yet these wings of mine, are strong and true,
In every fall, the ropes chaff and burn.
Still, to pierce the clouds and carry me through.
I am trying to fly. Is it worth the fight?
Though I remain bound, I yearn for the sky,
To reach the heavens, bathed in light.
With wings of hope, I am trying to fly.
WoPoLi 
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