Poem

Captured

She was wild and free
Always running around in the world of make believe
He wanted to keep her for himself
But that kind of spirit couldn’t be caged
She wilted behind the bars he built
A shadow of the girl she once was
She needs the wind in her hair and the ocean salts on her skin
She broke free and spread her wings
And she soared

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