September 17, 2010
Now that shes trying to fly,
shes noticing the chains.

Once she gets free,
She'll never look back again.

But she has to rest,
she can't wiggle forever.

And in that moment of rest,
her chains are yanked tighter.

This terrible chaos;
its snapping her fragile wings.

The sun sets on another tired day.

Then out of the dark,
she spots the pure incandescence of His halo.

She reaches for God,
and he touches her chains.

Shes free,
and she flys- forever.

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