Writing Is Soaring Skies

Will you let these rulers that be Silence you into submission, Censor your words, block what you see- A correctness that's really Deception? Will you bow down, cease to write The abrasive lines that you store In your mind that's free, is it right Deny reasons you're writing for? Is it really life when you stifle The passion no chains can hold, Breathe when you know you're not able To be you, express truth to be told? For writing is soaring the skies Words and lines, thoughts are wings! When these are fenced, it dies Like a caged bird that cannot sing. Cynthia Buhainbaello~~~06.29.16