He told her to fly…….

 

 

He has asked her to fly,

To scale heights, climb aloft……

The strings he once held

Are left loose for her to drop……

 

Her feet are frozen,

As if held in tethers.

They feel heavy;

She crawls……

wishing she had feathers.

 

Wild, wild dreams,

That plagued her heart

Where are they?

“For God’s sake,

Someone help me…..”

She cries out, like a prey.

 

Tears roll down,

Her face buried in dust……

She has to walk faster,

It will be now or never……

 

She thinks of her lovely cascade;

Her eyes so blue,

Dark, dark skin that gleams like diamonds,

And of what she could pursue…..

 

Here, in this clearing,

She is blessed to have been abandoned

Without camouflage……..

She can be herself,

Ugly, unattended, unflattered……..

 

She may run without grace,

And blurt out secrets;

Her bosom has wrapped…….

 

 

She may not wait for him,

With candles and curls,

And approvals or slimy words…..

 

This desert is her arena,

She will blossom without rain…..

She will leave behind grudges,

And all disdain…….

 

She need not worship any hero……

She has one within,

Just how far she can venture,

Is all she is wondering……..