Nov 22, 2011


Singing like a bird, mending my wounds.
Spreading my wings, past aches are gone.
I love the pain I feel as I grow and heal.
I'm therefore free to fly and run, again.
I love that feeling, no I'm hooked actually.
Youth sweetness, softness, carelesness.

I let go of chores and errands, burdens
Stripped from stuff, free of fluff.
Torn contracts, burnt fake promises
Neither lured into bling paradise
Nor fooled into ruthless sharkpools.
Youthful bounty, radiating energy.