Choices Poem by Frances M

Please don't clip my wings,
Don't nail me to the ground.
Let me fly far away
Among the clouds
Somewhere and nowhere,
where my thoughts and I can be alone.

I want to escape to a route of my own.

The trail on my left lies bathed in sunlight
Flowers, they bloom like Spring
But at the end of the path
a brick wall stands to attention
Making me blind.
If I only had a ladder
I would climb to the other side.

The path on my right is shady and cool
Twisted talons stretch overhead
Through the thickset brambles
I can see the glimmer of light.
If I only had an axe
I would chop them all away.

I shall make a route of my own

Please don't clip my wings
Don't nail me to the ground.
Let me fly far away
Among the clouds
Somewhere and nowhere
where my thoughts and I can be alone.

I am going to take a route of my own.