Limits are the figment of,
An imagination,
Whose wings are bound,
By the expectations of a world,
Caught in a strife,
Of meeting its own agenda.

 Inner whispers will build,
New wings,
With a strength,
Originating from a light,
Of regeneration,
Of renewal,
And not defiance.

And they will become callings,
That can never be
Or Stolen.

For they have evolved,
Through a process where,
The flight of their creations exists,
Because It is.

Without doubt,
And for no other reason.


© S.C. 2016

 Photo: 35mm film