A breath of fresh air
Breathing life into my bones
Giving me a reason
To stand up on my own.

To return to what I once knew
As innocence and rebirth
Not wanting to be ridiculed
Condemned and feeling hurt.

The power of the beauty
That lies within your soul
Reaches out to touch me
A hand that I can hold.

The spendor and the magic
I feel re-energized
Reaching out to touch the sky
I’m feeling mesmerized.

Spontaneous elation
New worlds we can explore
New heights so high above us
Nothing else that I want more.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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