I am the sky.
The sun. The stars. The moon.
I am the ever-shifting pattern of the wind.
I am the drifting cloud, the dark of the night.
The grey. The black. The blue. The red.
I am the weather.
I am the air.
It is foolish to think I am tamed.
For who can cage true freedom?
I am your understanding of liberty and then some.
It is madness to think I am claimed.
For I am shared by all who make me.
No one can ever take me.
I inspire. I liberate. I teach.
I am the sky. The stars. The moon.
I am hope. Risk. Opportunity.
You do not own me.
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You Don't Own Me - A Short Novel
Short StoryDon't mistake me for some domesticated animal, for I am not tame. I bite. I run. I own the land. I am free. You don't own me, and you never will.
