Our Wings Poem by Isabella Buttacy

You and I were made to fly.
We were born to spread our wings and take flight
like no one has before.
Our wings glide across the sky,
high above the people,
high above the trees,
high above the clouds.
Don't try to hold us back.
You and I cannot thrive in the chains that you bind us in because
We must be who we are.
If you are afraid, you have every right to
leave, but the guilt of denying yourself will follow you as
the shadows follow our wings.
Our feathers long to hug the cozy clouds and
meet the mystical moon.
We have all the potential in the world,
and to leave it behind and stay safe in your little nest
would be a crime.
Don't deny us.
We must be the birds that we were made to be.
Because if not, we are nothing.