Metal bars keep her there,
trapped.
Freedom is something only for the clouds.
They mock her,
reminding her,
she will never reach them,
be as free,
be as strong.
"But why?"
she asks.
"Why must I be captive,
be trapped,
when they feel the wind,
the air,
life itself?"
And God told her,
"One day you will be free,
and be remembered,
and will be the bringer of freedom."
The waters came,
the bars cracked,
and she flew.
She touched the clouds,
found Noah,
and brought freedom.
