I want to Soar.
Fly.
Away.
Soar to the lilac skies tie-dyed by a setting sun
Until the tips of my wings are barely singed.
To see the whole world for what it is,
Outside my inconsequential woes looking in.
Focus not on melodramatic imperfections,
But the burdens of poverty, famine and hate.
And yet…
Be free.
Free to spend a day
Summoning hope from deep within to wipe away discouragement

And so, I Soar.
Fly
Away
From mama’s cheese grits served with a dash of scorn.
Soar so far my chains fall away.
Over the cricket-filled meadows on a summer night
To the house where children starve.
Where fathers don’t care and mothers,
Work continuously, and yet offer only cold cereal,
Filled with love.
Go where I am needed,
Where my energy makes a difference,
Not squandered

I Soar
To where ready-made love is just waiting to be spread,
Butter on bread.