That Which Has Been Set Free Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A desire to love with out consequence.
The flight which will bring all the substance ever needed.
An emotional range, escaping the cooping of a cage.
Is it to be free, or is it to love?
Is there a difference?
A fence is put in resistance.
Defending a pre-existing condition.
Nakedness, a culture shame.
But is it the eyes in which we should be blaming?
For we look, see, and make it to be.
Naturally humanly human.
Does that define the way we want it?
Is it already?
Absolute certainty.
It is the birds destiny.
Wings ready, movement steady.
Waiting so patiently.
That moment so readily given.
Door open, and in matter of seconds she is gone.
I can still see her shadow flapping away in the dawn.