Fly.

My girl, you can soar

Through the future air.

A beauty to behold

In your new found glory.

Your deep roots of the past

Feel like a net, strangling, binding

Pulling you down and back.

As you strain beyond them

They call to you

A reminder of the beginning

A calling to humility

Old friendships

To those who knew

The first version of you.

So darling, you will go

Just don’t forget who taught you to fly.