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.