Free


Sometimes I wish I was free,

like the ocean in me.

Instead I feel the tide

wash up inside.

Hold my breath and count to ten,

open my eyes,

I’m me again.

Taste the sand

beneath my feet,

close my eyes,

envision easy street.

The world is a dome,

I keep sliding down,

like the smile on my face,

easily mistaken for a frown.

Feel your breath,

and take it in.

Exhale,

I’m free again.

 

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