It came to me like snails come to the gardens; Ready to consume A thought I’d been afraid of for so long Threatening to burst out from within Tempting me to take what I thought was my life And flip it upside down Inside out Start it again Consumed by the daydream Of freedom from it all From the expectations drawn up for me Since I was a little girl From the picture I had in my head for so long And mostly, freedom from myself Consumed by the tantalizing thought Of freedom Am I brave enough to step off the ledge Not to fall but to fly Not to fly but to soar