Her ecstasy spread like wildfire,
Illuminating the night sky
With fire underneath the starlight,
Smoke clouds kissing the Moon;
She finally felt alive,
She now knew how to fly without wings
For she had always been bound
To those beautifully carved windows
 And she had always been like a road -
Endless, boundless, unraveled,
But was never bridged to the world
To rise on the oceans
And build a home in forest,
And scream out at her loudest
From the top of a mountain peak;
She craved how it felt to surrender your body,
And resonate on a different frequency
That no one ever discovered,
And one day, she decided
To let herself out,
To release herself as a broke,
To voice her thoughts out
And give her reckless mind sanity
For she always gave her kingdom
Love,
But her ambiguity closed her in,
From all those who abused her;
A warrior in making,
A silence before the typhoon
When she finally resurrected
And like a wildflower,
She was emerging beautiful, so
In captive of not anything
But her thoughts of solace.