Birds stretch their wings into the open breeze—
A symbol of freedom,
A reality still distant for so many of us.

But if freedom means
Leaving behind the shadows of the world,
How do we confront our mistakes?
How do we forgive,
Move forward,
And grow into who we’re meant to be?

I often wonder:
How does a bird soar so high, unafraid?
There’s no clear answer, not really.
Not even science can define
The courage it takes
To trust the unseen wind.

Freedom wears many faces,
A dream etched into...