To Become Herself

Cradled in a gentle love,
Finally safe and secure.
She opens her wings,
Allows the air to lift her up,
And soars into her life.

Free...she thinks her own thoughts,
And finds inside her soul,
A poet, an artist, a writer, a woman.
And as she soars she feels the wind,
Lifting her higher toward her goal.

To become...at last...herself.
With a smile she looks back upon,
The one who set her free,
And she sees, not fear in his eyes,
Not worry or control...but pride.
And she whispers...thank you my love.

And soars into the sky.