Free Bird.

she flew through the shattered glass of her expectations. Each lover plucking at the wings of her essence.

As she healed, she dreamt of falling into the warmth of soft sweet grass.

Flying over the meadows of wild flowers, she danced in the wind, as the cool air breathed her.

Floral fields reminding her It is not their decision, but her own desire, as to which landing the free bird shall choose next.