This poem uses some of the same language I had used in Pandora's box, but it was a completely new emotion, so I wrote a new poem

Wings

My feet are glued to the earth- bound with ropes of fear and chains of conformity.

Wings of hope sprout from my shoulders. I hold the key of courage.

slowly- I unlock my fears.

My wings spread and breath in the blue sky's of opportunity.

fading into the open air.

free... free... it whispers