I hand myself over to the sun Waiting to feel real. Caught in the night sky, I’ve been floating on the stars. As free as I feel, I am reminded of my fear of heights, Wondering how I got so high? Fighting to escape my reality, I had forgotten how to fly Or perhaps failed to remember, that I got up... Sign in to see full entry.
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Diving into incorporating spirituality into our everyday lives. If you are on a spiritual journey, this is the place for you. Enjoy poems written while I was on a journey of my own.
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