I give myself permission to be proud.
Nobody can tell me No
I climbed the brick wall
and my fingers bled
the wounds still open
when I lose my awareness
I heal much faster knowing
I have already been healed.
I can relax my shoulders
I can soften my brow
I sleep when I need rest
No rule book dictates
any of my actions
I set the target high
on purpose
It is my course to take
it is my book to write.
My love to share
my love to make.
I have every smile to smile
and a beat in my chest
I begin again and again
Growing in every direction
in every blade of grass
i am the wild in the wind
and here I wait...
here I watch....
tasting....
hearing...
seeing...
feeling..
laughing....
loving...
breathing.
Hello....
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