The stork that delivered me was
A nightmare of bruised wings and blackened feathers,
A casualty of a world deprived of love.
It lay me down gently in a nest
Shielded from the agonizing truth of human nature;
Yet how I yearned to taste the sweet, sweet air
Absent of the beautiful lies and empty promises,
And, instead, of freedom,
I hear choirs of carefree souls in a foreign tongue
Yet with a familiar harmony of raw emotion, and,
Perched on the border between earth and heaven,
I cry out to the ceaseless, changing winds
Humming of emancipation and possibilities
And spread my wings to imagine.
Imagine one day,
I will dance in the sun-glittered skies,
My veteran heart singing a song of love,
To share the pain,
The beauty of things you have yet to dream of.