Your World

Georgia Douglas Johnson

Your world is as big as you make it.

I know for I used to abide

In the narrowest nest in the corner,

My wings pressing close to my side.

But I sighted the distant horizon

Where the skyline encircles the sea

And I throbbed with a burning desire

To travel this immensity.

I battered the cordons around me

And cradled my wings on the breeze

Then soared to the uttermost reaches

With rapture, with power, with ease!