Butterfly wings and bear paws

Oh to be a butterfly with wings on which to fly

I would flit right out of this cage and be free
Instead I just have to pace up and down
on my bear paws until I cannot.
Caged bear
I can only sit
and wait….
to be rescued….
and returned to the forest so green
Oh, how I wish I could fly 
on butterfly wings.

Butterfly wings


If only we could…

Leaping to Freedom
If only we could….

Choose freedom as a gift
Make it a pledge
Our choices might shift 
To a life on the edge

If only we could….

Have the gift of foresight
We should if we could 
Take that leap into the light

If only we could…

Be brave and take that chance
We could embrace each day
Through life we could dance. 

If only we could…

But of course we can...
We can do anything we choose
We have nothing to lose

Except our fear. 

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.