I Choose the Sky

Tired of the weigh that isn’t mine

Of circling shadows around my light

Of performing in a theater of bruised egos

Full of manipulating mosquitoes

Being pulled by strings I never tied

Being silenced when I never lied

Tried to paint me as the storm

I was only trying to breathe on

Tangled in the chaos reasoning with madness

Trying to reclaim my dignity with sadness

In the wreckage I forgot I’m not made for prisons

Born with wings I am now risen

So let them play their games

Let them script their scenes

I chose the sky – wide, quiet, unapologetic

Long road to home feels quite prophetic

Freedom isn’t loud , it doesn’t need an audience

Tastes like warm toasty coffee in silence

Feels like truth is humming in my bones

Sun on bare skin the guiding light shone

Even if it’s steep and if I limp

I let go and let them win

I’m not a prisoner in someone else’s play

Not a zoo animal for fun and display