Soaring to the sun

wild flower

I reach out

from my

claustrophobia

of  crowd

and rules

and mores.

I reach out

and stretch my self

to seek out

an escape

a hole.

The light shines

dazzling

clear…

the air

is fresh

and free.

I stretch

I pull

I strain

I crane

and

soar

to the Sun

to be free.

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