Winds of Change

At the park, the flag snapped, a song in the breeze,

a wild dance of colors, fierce yet so free,

reminding me of truths I struggle to seize,

with each gust it questions my sense of me.

The fabric billowed, echoing fears of my own,

a fluttering call in the silence of doubt,

where belonging feels like a muscle unthrown,

I stood there, caught, wondering what this is about.

For a moment, I felt I could rise with the flag,

take flight with the wind and the weight of the day,

as its sharp sound cut through the haze, so jagged,

I yearned for that freedom, but still, I must stay.