Escape

• Tilly Norton, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

I live in a matchbox.
Fighting to be freed.
But thee caught me once,
And intend on releasing me,
Never.
Only to be hunted down again.
I wander along the inside.
Losing my mind.
I crave a gush of air to support these ready wings.
To journey on a simple whim of freedom.
To follow impulse to the seas or sun’s lands.
To feel these heavy handcuffs extracted from my life.
This is a ladybug, in a child’s grasp.
And it may never be free.
Free to fly.
Just like us.