Soul tired but free
Heart might be scared but beating
Eyes a bit tearful but I can still see
Mind lost in a maze but my fears it's no longer feeding
Flying high above
On a journey where I am the only passenger
I know it will be enough
For I am my own ambassador
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A 32 mother of 2 .
I want to walk out my door, And float away on a cloud, Let all my worries go, And problems on the ground, I want to search the unknown, And follow my dreams, But I'm stuck down here, In reality, I...
The final chapter: A prelude to my happy ending. No longer bound by the ropes of anxious thought. And No longer a prisoner to my own being.
Free like me. That's what I want to be. Free in my mind. All the time. Not hidden away. Speak the truth. Never afraid. Just live. Be me. Be free. If hidden away. Is a way. To say. You hate that you.
One morning I shall wake. Amid the new days break. The living will be easy. And not so tough to take. One morning I will find. Something good within the grind. Beautiful and gentle.
I've conquered the mountains. Drank from fountains. Ticked off more places of interest. Stopping occasionally for a mini rest. Discovered beautiful places. And encountered unfamiliar faces.
Growing old I keep moving on. Only thing left of me is to keep growing strong. Chewed up and spit out, My head filled with self-doubt.
Sometimes I find myself asking, "am I really different in a special way?" This question came up again today. I'm not really all that special, I don't have very good talents.
You want to run away. Get away. From all that's dying. Gone and grey. Get away so my heart. Once plump and full. Beating like it knew. Can become brand new. So I can wish and dream.
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