To Be

As the wind combs through my hair, 

And fairies dance around my feet,

I feel as I never had before.

My soul had been set free,

My body, only a proof of existence

I am finally free to explore.

Enclosed in society,

Unaware of all I was meant to be,

I had finally found an escape.

A whisper through the branches, 

A caress upon my finger tips;

I felt my soul take shape.

At last, I am able to just

Be 

(Oh, how I have longed to be)

Written by Sierra Wolski.

‘While living in a boring city in Canada, I always seem to lean into literature to keep myself busy. Using my experiences and emotions as a teenage girl, I try to write poetry + short stories that allow me to both express myself and hopefully make people feel less alone!’