Poem: Break Free

I walked the path they paved with care,
Each step a whisper: Don’t you dare.
The sky was trimmed to fit their mold,
My dreams were small, my hands were cold.

They told me safety wore a chain,
That comfort lived in quiet pain.
But in my chest, a wild beat stirred,
A rebel pulse—too loud to herd.

I cracked the shell, I tore the seam,
I spilled the light of buried dreams.
The silence screamed, You can’t, you won’t,
But I became the voice they don’t.

I climbed the wall they said was sky,
Unlearned the rule that says don’t try.
With blistered feet and blistered truth,
I danced upon the roof of youth.

Now winds of risk are in my hair,
No map, no net—but I’m aware:
The price of wings is letting go
Of every cage you used to know.

So here I am, not safe, but me—
A soul unshackled, breaking free.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty