Break away- oh little one,
Unto the sky, to see the world;
Taste the pollens on rose buds,
Trust in your wings, to take you there;
Embrace the beauty you’ve become,
Rock your wings, unto safe haven;
Follow the path less taken,
Lest you be caught- in a web of sly;
You trust in your wings, you’ll make it.
In response to Writing201 Poetry assignment 3. The prompt is “Truth” written in the form of an “Acrostic” with an internal rhyme.