𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬: “A Sky of My Own” by Lana Yvonne Rante

                           

Cartoon by: Aleana Dhynese Gozun

Published by: Kyla Shane Recullo

Date Published: July 14, 2026

Time Published: 10:44 AM

 

Category: Poetry

Theme: listening to the quiet voice inside that says you are meant for more, and that is freedom.

 

I have always felt something stirring in me—

a restless ache beneath my ribs,

a quiet hush my body keeps,

as if it remembers how to flee.

 

Someday, I will grow wings at last.

I can feel them folded under skin and bone,

pressing outward and holding fast,

a promise waiting to be shown.

 

But wings need sky, they need the air.

Here, the ceilings linger too low,

walls lean close in quiet despair,

teaching my shoulders how not to grow.

 

Each step I take feels carefully leaned,

each dream is taught where it must stay.

Even the wind feels softly turned,

afraid to lead me somewhere far away.

 

So I will go—not out of spite,

not to forget the love I’ve known,

but because the open calls me night by night,

a voice that feels like my own.

 

I will go where the wind asks for nothing,

where the space does not explain my name,

where silence gives me something—

the freedom to define my frame.

 

I remember the child I used to be,

counting cracks along the road,

catching laughter in the wild and free,

believing the world was an open mode.

 

That child believed in endless skies.

I am learning to believe her still,

each memory teaches me to rise,

each step bends toward my will.

 

Perhaps one day when I am old,

my wings worn smooth by distant years,

I will return with stories left untold,

soft as feathers shaped by my tears.

 

But for now, I will step into the blues,

into the air that does not bind.

I will search for a sky wide enough to hold—

the wings of my heart and mind.