my spirit cries for
freedom
to fly with the wind
is my dream
chained to the ground
in this body
i drive faster to feel
the wind rushing
caressing my face
whipping through the
short strands of hair
on my tingling scalp
breath in the wind
wishing i could soar
amongst its freedoms
with its speed
trapped on earth
restrained
i have to move
so i can breathe
miserable over my
imprisonment
drastic measures
ensue
dead but flying
soaring
with the wind
~erika boal