Streaching My Wings Poem by Ellen frawley

I feel like a little bird,
Caged up,
No longer free,
Lost is my sweet beautiful song,
My once bright feathers are now dull.

Once I was wild,
I was free,
I could glide,
I would soar,
I could reach the stars.

We all need our freedom,
We need to stretch our wings,
To see how high we can fly,
Before we fall,
That’s how we learn & grow.

We all need space,
We need to sing our song,
We may not sound like a lark,
But we have our song,
It’s what makes individual.

You need to let me breath,
Let me spread my wings and fly,
Let me sing my song,
Before I lose my voice and all my colour,
Because then I will surely die.