We are escaping, evading
the claws of our predators,
those blood tipped talons fresh from
carrion that wish to pierce our
divine outset,
who seek to hold,
squeeze us ’til we are misshapen,
till our breath can no longer hold
a laugh,
wheezing only compliance.

That sky has always belonged to us,
we step upon these clouds
with our sails wide open,
propelled by air,
lifting our spirits higher than
those cracked shells that litter
road and river alike,
to soar,
to soar and lay with the sun.