Free bird

May 8, 2009
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My steps are not steps at all for I am a dancer
And I gracefully glide
Along the floor
My words are always heard, always listened to and always felt
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
And my voice is lifted in a love song
To life
My hands constantly paint stained,
Meet my metallic pink guitar pick and create melodic air within my bedroom
When I am not strumming, I am painting
And when I am not painting
I am writing
And if not that
I am singing
My body thrives off this God-given creative pulse
Of mine
I walk around feeling beautiful in my skin
Which is ever exposed
And ever sun kissed
My bare feet enjoy the different textures of the ground beneath them
And my heart explodes with romance at each beat
My bible lies open on my night stand
Ready for me to dip into the
Wisdom on its pages at any time
And my ears ring with genuine laughter that bursts loudly from my throat
Here I do not fear
The words that drip from my lips
Or the languages my body creates
I fear not self-expression
Romance or failure
For here
I am
A free bird





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