Soaring

The flying plane
The gliding bird,
The soaring crane.

A bird without feathers
Yet a bird still white;
Not pale of fright
But pale of flight.

She flies above,
Higher than all
Like a dove
A graceful fall.

She is swirled between worlds
In a realm of dreams
And as it seems
In a false reality,
Pulling her down with forceful gravity.

Pulled down by chains
Scars littered her brain,
She imagines freedom
But trapped in their kingdom.

Her body covered in words,
The flocking of birds
“I am unwanted”.

Her suffering transformed her
Light to darker,
Instead of a coo
She gave a caw

A crow overtook the crane
Pearly white to deathly gray
Now black in pain,
Not in vain.

Finally, set free
A flap of feathers
And a shrill of glee
But she wasn’t free from the others
Rather, from the entire race;
Of life.

A parting gift
A slight happiness
A final smile,
etched on her face.