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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Recycling


Sun sinking

Moon rising

Sky drinking ocean

Tomorrow the sky spits the ocean back at us

Recycling

Sleepy sun setting

Droopy eyes drifting

Soon to slumber

Drifting off to dreamland

Virtual world vacation

Wanting no wake

Pause

Breathe bouncing back

Emission of energy

Wounds wrapped

Soul smiling