I'll Learn How To Fly On My Own

These chains surround me. Lighter than air, But rooted like a tree. They push and press. They block my way. I push back nonetheless.

I'm stuck, immobile. Demons crowd around my ankles, But I crawl on with head held high and noble. I drown in my own sorrow, But I'm too headstrong to quit. I'm hoping for a better tomorrow.

I am a sad, pathetic little thing, But don't you dare pity me! This broken bird has got to find her wings.