As I gazed across the landscape,
Tears came to my eyes.
I felt so liberated
Yet so miniscule
Under the sky.
This sky that softly blankets
All the treasures of the earth
Like the arch that stood before me
It’s stood through weather’s worst.
Then, I couldn’t help but think.
This arch was a symbol—
It symbolizes strength
Strength to let myself be free.
This arch is bound by no one
It stands tall on its own
Others call it “Delicate”
But it’s the opposite
Its not been overthrown
This arch is not crippled
Not by fear of what man thinks
But instead has become an attraction
That every man wants to see
So, although this arch looks fragile,
It has power beyond compare
I am also misunderstood
But will overcome my snares.