Runaway
I’m not your fragile flower
Not the delicate creation You had so hoped I would become I’ll never be the glass-winged butterfly You take down from your shelf To show the world how beautifully You’d helped to forge my wings From ice and fire
I’ve chosen not to let you mold me Leaping from your potter’s wheel Clay dripping from my skin I’ll find my own way home Not by the path you’d force me down But through the woods and past the stream While feeling every breath Without your blessing
I’ll never trip over the roots Though you’d cautioned me They’d reach out for my feet And I won’t drown within the waters As they whirl and twist and sway I won’t be frozen by the snowfall Or captured in the talons Of a darkly feathered bird
I won’t fall out of the trees I climb And if I do, I’ll land in buoyant grass Then rest until I want to catch my breath I won’t be frightened by the clouds Or fear I may be watched by hidden eyes Indentured by a timeworn deity I never chose to know And never wanted to indulge
I have escaped from every nightmare Every make-believe constraint You’d have me fear for all my life My field has daffodils and roses Fern grows wild from every tree And ivy covers every stone I place Upon this wall I’ve built With all my truth
I’ve discovered every grace You never wanted me to know Because you couldn’t understand their voice I’ll sing out loud and dance inside the rain Be the fairy in the garden Beside the swing that shared my childhood And listen to the wind Only the wind
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