| Looking like a glazed tear stained rose petal that has fallen, a girl slowly gazed through the window, reminiscing the past. | She was interweaving herself within the ways of her soul, figuring she was cursed; Her soul had lost the certain edge of an eagle’s beak, which was once glistening in the wind, turning it’s head downward in the shadows, and now was saddened as she gazed longingly into a depth of vastness that could only belong to the free. | Free from the ring around her, choking her lungs, making her gasp with life’s broken hope of a million stars in the midnight sky, | where the grip that was surrounding her made her feel unworthy of being free in flight throughout the skies, heaven bound for the Freedom of the wraths of living the | life of a tortured being, wanting out of the ice holding her soul inside a | cracked window of dust disappearing in the wind, flowing free from life’s precarious thoughts into another place of love. |
