Manufactured wings the world gave me
Mechanical design tried to cool, tame me
Freedom certainly, subdued undoubtedly
Strings attached make an angelic marionette
Strings leave me free to come undone
Snap or be pulled back, unraveling into a fall
Fly faster to the finish line as higher I sail
Rule restricting 'rights' are the limits they lied of
Wind hushes the voices that still scream
Wind drowns them out in partial foreshadowing
I am still among the chaos, only soaring up
I am myself for the first time as I am carried
The wings carry me as if in a dream
Nothing seems real but it couldn't be less fake
This is the first time I feel risk, authenticity
I taste the breeze and sun-rays on my tongue
Cutting myself lose I become focused on up
I break away as I approach my potential
I grin with the new power I have found
In these wings that were made for me
*Grinning, I slip quietly into the sea