I was born on the
bottom of the
ocean floor
I lived there for a while
until they started
putting shackles on
my feet
I asked 'what for?'
They looked at me
'So when you
can no longer breathe
you can be free'

So I grew a size too small
to escape those
chains
slip my way out
of their reigns
start trying to learn
how to swim
to "fly"
and meet the sky
and open air

but it is a long way
to the top
feels like my
chest is going
to pop
until I get some oxygen

And I'm lonely and cold
my wings,
starting to unfold
climb their way out of my
back
It itch and itch
and scratch
to set them free
So as soon
as I reach the top

I can fly

The closer I get to the light
The more I become aware
of the darkness that
surrounds me

I am a tiny glowing
light
floating to the
top
when does the darkness stop?
when do I taste the open air?