Thelibrarythief

“I have seen the coming of the dawn.
Unconcernedly watching the passing of the day,
Whiled away my hours in joyful play-
I live to simply sing the song of love
And play the music of my heart-
Dancing and playing in the light,
I am filled with passion and delight.
My voice is free.
It rises and floats away from me-
I am unable to escape these walls.
My body will not float like my song’s plaintive calls.
Only in my mind I float free as my song
And I fly to a home where I belong.
There, those who know my heart well
Sing, sing, sing with my song’s spell-
They snatched my voice,
Held me against my choice.
I forget all that was mine
Yet I reach to dream it one last time.
I struggle to the last
But my light is fading fast,
A lone warrior waging a brutal fight
Against an endless night.
I fight for escape even if the notes of this song
Are only the part of me to leave.
I rise up out of here,
Reaching for the things I hold dear.
I will not stay silent,
I shall not remain still.
I sing. I sing to the end.”
― Victoria Forester, The Girl Who Could Fly