Because Nov. 23 until Dec. 22, is really Fall, I am referring to this as Un-Winter Cup |
2016 The anniversary of my flight to freedom Of the time I chose to take my life back Of the time I shed the old And moved on To better, Brighter pastures. The city had got so Melodramatic. Betrayal, greed. Backstabbing, pain. Heartsick, I fled Knowing the only place To find my sanity Was away. Far away. Hidden from that past. I said my good byes To the few that had remained true Packed up my stuff And drove Letting my heart find its healing Giving no new address. Heading north Out of the city That had pulled and clawed At my very being; I headed for a place more open With breathing room To Spare. A place where trees Out numbered skyscrapers In the concrete jungle. A place where wild life... Was wild And fierce A place where I could hear the birds And also hear myself think. A place where I could Lick my wounds Heal my scars And begin to rise again Stronger for the experience And wiser, too. But also a place where I could redefine my purpose And find clarity In the simplistic Where my heart could lead And my soul could Breath again. Lines = 50 Day 21 ▼ ** Image ID #1855238 Unavailable ** |