15 March 2013
Flying, freedom Motion art Kick, smile The art of power
Fatigue? No longer Just raw momentum Thrum of joy That comes with life.
Fingers don't scrabble Instead grasp with confidence Shoulders rolling, Neat and sure.
Legs give me wings I wouldn't have without Leaping higher, further Smooth and instinctual.
Glide as I go Above the rooftops, in the dark Set against the moon, so bright Watching people-moths below
No obstacles stand- Or if they do, They cannot hold me back When I fly like this
Sheer movement, Pride in health and heart A style to each, unique Poetry we all can write Even if it's just in our souls.
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