Sunday, March 25, 2012
The Rest of the Story
My skin feels tight
I feel boxed in
I'm a bloom digging her way through the earth
Growing toward the sunlight and fresh air
and new growth in a new season
My breath feels short
Tight inside my chest
It is fighting to get out
To inhale, then exhale
All the fresh air it's been missing
My thoughts feel trapped
They feel restricted
From conforming to what others
think they should be
But my resolve is strong
It is tired, pissed & it is determined,
To regain that patch of sunshine
Where I will sit & enjoy the company
And I will live The Rest of the Story...
Pictures by: me ;-}
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