Box me in, encave me, encompass me with dirt
And I will break free and fly away
In the blink of an eye
I will fly through the night
I am electric, naturally wired
Hold me down and watch me disappear
I don’t respond to fear
I am the fuschia in the bouquet of roses you admire
I am the turquoise you feel in the ocean of your spires
I am the velvet thorn that engraves your repose
I am the freedom you crave when you’re imprisoned by black crows
I am rarely spun over and upside down
My attention hypnotized by the web of your eyes
I would sleep in the palms of your hands
But am not to be mistaken for decoration
I require finesse and admiration
Or else Ill get it from the sun
The wind will kiss me; the rain will render me undone
I am serene, yet fiercely unbound
I will fly away into the night without a sound

Written by Diana, age 24
Ontario Canada