Rozita

Have you ever thought to reason why

Rozita feels this urge to fly?

To jar the door of her life’s cage,

To pen a new ode on her page,

To rid some image her mind has grasped

Of lost life chances in her past

Weighing so heavy on her soul,

It veils the real story she has told?

Perhaps we all should ponder why

She holds this awesome urge to fly,

To push a little at this old world

To unmask the heart of this young girl

Who has the will to roam the sky

And sees this chance may pass her by

Through glass so tainted pale and gray

To fail completely to portray

Her song recited in deeds well done

The only accountable under the sun.

Could we be the reason why

This child is unsure that she can fly?

Did we fail somehow to let her know

That she’s the star in her life’s show

And can fly and sail and glide and soar

Un-trapped by some un-yielding door.

Let her look upward to the sky

Unfold her wings so she can fly.

The fates may not see this as her call

Her wings may break and she may fall.

The tragedy is not whether she can fly

But in preventing her a chance to try.