I am a vine

I am a vine, resilient, poised to bloom,
I rise and fall, in secret dance, I swoon.
My tendrils stretch through air, like whispered dreams,
Untangling the maze where my spirit gleams.

What once felt like a cage now frees my soul,
The twisted path becomes the journey whole.
I weave through shadows, but toward the light,
Emerging stronger, claiming endless flight.

Where beauty dwells, I find my grace,
In every twist, I find my place.
No longer bound by rage or fear,
I bloom with purpose, my path clear.
-AnnaRosa