To soar with the birds

is my only wish

The frigid air sweeping my feathers outward,

I’d fly with my flock

But not for long, my dear

for I am destined to break away

grow beyond the limits of societal chains

Whether I fly faster,

or slower,

Veer off the path,

or make my own


The revolution

must occur.


  • Author: Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2018 07:50
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 23


  • Lorna

    Beautiful and lonely..........

  • FredPeyer

    And fly on your own you must, Nicole! This is a great poem, so well written. You put it into the category 'fantasy', but I don't see it as fantasy. I see it as a fundamental truth that youth needs to break free, to forge their own way, to experience life on their own terms, and you expressed that beautifully. There is a revolutionary in each one of us. Well done!

  • Baylee

    Thank you everyone : )

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