Birth

I do not need the
Snow as a fence
Of privacy nor
Wooden stakes
To protect me
There is no gate
To hold me back
No moat holds a
Place for the water to lay
And shards of glass
Have no sharpness
To touch my
Winged feet
The clouds cannot
Stop my rise
Nor thunderstorms
Delay my travel
I am the one
Determining
My
fate

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