Flight

You clipped my wings before requesting that I fly us into the distance, only to become enraged that I couldn’t lift us off the ground. You caged me in shame by your lectures of blame, guilting me into thinking I could only fly again if I trust your shearing hands. My spirit is that of wilderness and chaos, and I plotted to be unbound from your bars of darkness. I released myself from your hold. You never realized until it was too late. I had grown my feathers back and saw through your secret combination to be released. I am one with the air, with freedom, and you will forever be trapped in your own shadow, as you no longer have hold over me.