If I were an eagle
I would fly myself
Free of this fear.

I would use my beak
I would rip off my insecurities,
I would follow the shape of freedom,
Like the river that flows to the sea.

I am sorry to be the ostrich
My freedom is like unicorn
I choose to bury my head in the sand
But I dream rising to the moon.
I will soar to the new heights
And find freedom in the wind.


© Gisele