Liberty Wings Poem by Sophia Rosenberg Rosenberg

The mind's steel fortress concealing every sentiment; every touch of indulgence evaporated from grasp

Dwelling for Sir Chaos' touch thou train of thought be upon another path

Wings sprout tall and wide as the billowing hills of my mind contest my every thought

Freedom! I shout to the monotonous echos of my skull, for when I fly I fly like Icarus bracing myself to be caught

My wings will save me I pense, they will be the key to this ruthless destiny, and I will be slave to mind no more